It’s 1984: together in electric dreams

Love this track. Heard it on TV this evening as Giogrio Moroder (songwriter) was on Jools Holland.

Hearing it instantly casts my mind back 31 years. In so many ways it just doesn’t feel like very long ago.

Posted in fragments of the past, music | Tagged , , , , , | 2 Comments

Leaving Barbary Lane: when life mirrors fiction and all good things come to an end

Anna Madrigal

Anna Madrigal – Tales of the City

Mouse, Mary-Ann Singleton and Mona Ramsay - Tales of The City

Mouse, Mary-Ann Singleton and Mona Ramsay – Tales of The City

When I moved here (5 years ago next month) I made a slightly tongue-in-cheek comparison to Mary-Ann Singleton. Her character – young, from out-of-town, wide eyed and naive – is finding her way in bohemian San Francisco. Granted the comparison between she and I was a stretch. The key thing we had in common was really my new landlady (who lives in and owns this vast, stucco’d, multi-storey townhouse) – Anna Madrigal – made famous, of course, as a principal character in Armistead Maupin’s wonderful Tales of The City. She is the landlady of Barbary Lane, the quirky building in which all the young people live – including Mary-Anne Singleton who is the new tenant.

I reported at the time that my own Anna Madrigal had made the comment when I first arrived: “there are lots of young people here – mix with them and have fun – you only live once”.

And mix I did. Who can forget the Italian who lived opposite me in that very small apartment? The one that liked to kiss on each cheek as a greeting. And yes he was straight. Never underestimate the Southern Europeans’ capacity for fraternity.


Rachel Fedden – The Line of Beauty

My personal story in which ‘life mirrors fiction’ evolves somewhat and if you don’t get all the references you’ll have to bear with me. In the early days it was Anna Madrigal – in the latter years, it’s been Rachel Fedden. The rather austere, seriously upper class, 1980s married-to-an-MP, female character – that my landlady has more closely resembled. She, of course, from Alan Hollinghurst’s masterpiece The Line of Beauty (highly recommended, as is the 2006 BBC dramatisation which was absolutely first class).

Nick Guest - The Line of Beauty

Nick Guest – The Line of Beauty

In The Line of Beauty the young protagonist is a gay man called Nick whose close friendship (forged at university) with the straight son of the Conservative MP, Gerald Fedden, affords him the patronage (and domicile) of their palatial family home in London’s Notting Hill. He is treated like one of the family and enjoys the intimacy and familiarity of it all. Until, that is, it starts to fade. By the end, he’s quite clearly persona non grata and their patronage is over. He sees them in a very different light – a disillusioned one – as they do him. He’s no longer welcome and he moves out.

My personal circumstances bear some of the hallmarks of these two books. In the early days there were numerous drinks and dinners with ‘Anna’ or ‘Rachel’ (my landlady being both characters really) – and others of the family. These were convivial occasions and quite frequent. I was often late paying bills. She never minded. I was paying way under the market rate of rent for this charming flat in a beautiful part of inner London. Friends could never quite believe how I’d landed such a good deal (and neither, in truth, could I).

Over time the other tenants moved away and the new ones have been much less sociable; more corporate and formal. The slightly bohemian atmosphere has all but gone. Over the last 1-2 years I’ve also seen really very little of the family, instead spending time in my own flat high up in the building, keeping my own company (and from time to time, that of others). We’ve drifted apart and the intimacy has fizzled out.

And so what transpired last week was a random call from the agency who handle the family’s property affairs. They wanted to discuss my tenancy going forward (this was the first conversation about my tenancy in 5 years). I had a meeting at an office down the road. Upshot is a 35% rent increase. The flat is going to be totally renovated. Suffice to say I cannot stretch to a 35% rent increase (this ‘new job’, well – I’ve been here 16 months – is one I didn’t take up for the money, but for the interest I had in the work). I don’t earn what I did in my earlier career. So a 35% rise is totally unfeasible (and I’m darn sure the family know it). The family haven’t said anything, though I have seen them very briefly.

So after 5 years I shall be leaving very soon. I’m leaving what is both Anna Madrigal’s Barbary Lane – that relaxed, familiar and slightly decadent playground for young people – and the Fedden’s comfortable and commodious London abode in an upscale part of town at which I enjoyed privileged terms.

Yesterday I caught up with Sheridan and he took me for a drive. We went South of the river. To the demonstrably ‘mixed’ neighbourhoods of inner-south-east London, where the rent is less and everything is really a kaleidoscope.

All good things come to an end and yes – real life can mirror the fiction one reads.

Posted in london, vignettes | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Wolf Hall – one of the best things on TV in a generation

Wolf Hall BBC Hilary Mantel

I think that Wolf Hall probably has been the best thing broadcast on the BBC in the last 5 or so years. Sublime drama – pure Game of Thrones territory in its ability to capture the imagination (sans dragons and gratuitous sex of course).

I’d never even heard of the guy that played Cromwell – Mark Rylance – now lorded as the ‘greatest actor of his generation’. It was all rather devastatingly good though. I’m not the world’s biggest history buff but it brought that period home in spades. Visceral, political, real. Incredibly vivid and accessible, not dusty at all.

Go forth and watch it or risk revelling in your own philistinism! :)

Posted in reviews, television | Tagged , , , , , | 1 Comment

1960: World Port

Pan Am World Port 1960

Once upon a time, travelling by plan was exciting and glamourous. Something to look forward to. It’s all so very tawdry now.

As is not unusual on this blog – I’m looking back, fondly, at an earlier age.

Posted in fragments of the past | Tagged , , , , , , | 1 Comment

He a senior politician, fallen from grace, she a society beauty

In a local restaurant that seems to attract luminaries – of a sort – from days gone by. The most unpretentious (and cost-wise, incredibly modest) place one might care to frequent. Patrons representing an old-school set, pure dowager territory (I think I may have blogged about it once before – I forget?). Today she was there again, the prima ballerina from an earlier, some might say better, age. Now in her 80s. I only know her history because I once heard the proprietor describing her thus, in fairly quiet tones, to diners at a nearby table.

Today, I wasn’t paying much attention or indeed facing the right way, but Sheridan had eyes cast on the table behind me. An older-lady – glamourous and confident (and a serious socialite from times gone by, I later found out). Her companion (husband) the disgraced politician. He has served his time so that epithet probably oughtn’t to be used. It is, however, descriptive.

Posted in london, vignettes | Tagged | Leave a comment

Vignettes – 03/03/15

A leaving do for a work colleague. Venue a private members’ club in St James’. My old stomping ground from days gone by (the area, rather than the club). I like these sorts of clubs – slightly stuffy yet also quite informal. Members on first name terms with all the staff. Lots of older people (i.e. those who have been members for decades). Cheap prices at the bar and in the restaurant. Traditional old-skool fare for dinner. I like that. In this part of town there are dozens of such clubs, ranging from the very grand to the fairly ordinary. I’ve been to a few over the years. I do wonder whether I might rather like being a member. I probably would.

The leaver (moving internally) gives me a hot tip about a potential promotion opportunity (for me) in the department she’s moving to. Very big ‘note to self’ to follow up tomorrow. She says she’ll put in a good word. Which I believe. I’m ready for a change.

An easy tube ride home.

Posted in vignettes | Tagged , | Leave a comment