Novelists, playwrights and poets
On Saturday, Dickens came to the Strand – in the ambitious form of Dickensfest! ~ an event co-organised by The Centre for Life-Writing Research at King’s (where Strandlines lives) and Westminster Archives. Many thanks to Ruth Richardson and Judith Bottomley for inspiration and organisation. Read more »
Carrying on along the north side of the Strand, heading east towards Fleet Street and away from Trafalgar Square, we reach the Adelphi theatre.
The Adelphi theatre today.
I have passed all my days in London, until I have formed as many and intense local attachments as any of you mountaineers can have done with dead nature. The lighted shops of the Strand and Fleet Street; the innumerable trades, tradesmen and customers; coaches, wagons, playhouses; all the bustle and wickedness round about Covent Garden; the very women of the town, the watchmen, drunken scenes, rattles - life awake, if you awake, at all hours of the night... Read more »
Lady Precious Stream is a spoken drama adaptation of a Chinese opera (Wang Baochuan Read more »
Northumberland House was one of the last survivors of the noblemen’s palaces which originally lined the Strand. It stood on the south side of Trafalgar Square at the start of the Strand, and was recognised by its distinctive lion on the top of the roof. This lion is the symbol of the Dukes of Northumberland, and its twin now stands on the gates to Syon Park in West London. It's strange to think that, before the rapid expansion of London, Syon Park would have been considered a country residence in the early nineteenth-century! Read more »
‘Discover a local Golden Moment’: advertisement for Symonds cider, on the bus stop outside the entrance to King’s College London, April/May 2011 (now removed). Read more »
Composed by Molly Olguin, winner of the Cosmo Davenport-Hines Poetry Competition, 2011.
In Vitrio
You're standing under the Savoy when it starts. Read more »
Somewhat aimlessly strolling, thinking one was going in one direction, gentle breezy waves of seductive haze found one's look firmly fixed on the site that could only be recreated through the evocation of the reminisced nostalgic images. From the other side of where one's powerful urge for nostalgic reminiscing started emerging.
Everything starts with the second year in one’s life. When HerDamend was that old, one became aware of the sensation never felt before. Notes about it were found in one’s diary from some time ago. 