This is my sister, Kate, eating ice cream (or is it yoghurt?) on a September day in 1982. This was a few years before I was born, but it's evocative of my own childhood memories of the Strand.
‘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 »
Can anyone tell me where the Crown and Anchor tavern used to be in the Strand? And point me to anywhere I can find out more about it please?
Having left a part of my iris on the viewfinder, I took with me all I wanted, but could not say in front of the mighty water, springing from the ancient, concrete soil. Although the droplets were way too dispersed around the limited urban space, somehow some of them found a way to reach my eye and try to compensate for the obvious loss. They couldn’t give me my color back, though. But I look through them, as they were now a part of who I am, to see which way to go. So many streets leading from the square. So many directions to take. Too much liquid around my pupil. Read more »
Bombardier and Peroni!
I strived to make some rhyme
searching for an ideal line,
but my mind meandered
churning out useless, useless, stuff Read more »
I have used CX station for years, right from my early working days c.1942.
I remember going to lunch at the Strand Palace, Lyons corner house, and eating in the Salad Bar with a boy friend when I was sixteen.
The boy I knew was waiting for his call up for National Service. I met him at a youth club. He was rather an odd sort. We used to practise our French together. Read more »
On Wednesday last week I was given a new perspective on the Strand area. Certainly I had walked its lines before: I had been to Temple tube station, the arches under the Adelphi, Embankment Park, the Cole Hole, and Lincoln’s Inn Fields. Yet, I shall now look these familiar places and spaces differently: they have been enriched by the stories I heard on Wednesday night. Read more »