Glenda Jackson on stage for the Gerard Murphy memorial event 16/2/2014 Theatre Royal Haymarket
The view from my new Essex Rd (Islington) morning haunt just before 9am
Yesterday morning I called into the Greenpeace HQ, Canonbury Villas, close by, hoping to have a chat about Greenpeace anti-fracking actions only to be told that most of the office staff were outside the Shell Building on the South Bank. So I hopped on the bike for the downhill ride to the Thames at Blackfriars.
To quote the Greenpeace flyer to this brilliant pop-up photographic show which appeared with no warning as the soul-destroying Shell employees were trailing into this massive edifice of planet-destroying capitalism:
‘These striking images are testament to the extraordinary bravery of these ordinary people. Gazprom playes a critical role in the illegal arrest and ongoing detention of the Arctic 30.
As Russia’s biggest company, its influence over the Arctic 3o’s fate is significant. Gazprom is relying on Shell to be its key partner in the Arctic, and so Shell wields considerable influence too.
Shell must do everything in its power to pressure Gazprom to use its influence to free the Arctic 30. We’re calling on Shell to break off its disastrous joint venture with Gazprom to drill in the Arctic.’
This is Justin – charming musical Greenpeace worker who was my highly informed companion in the chill.
The police wisely stayed away until around 3pm
In all my theatre years I never saw such a well-drilled get-out
All packed on to the truck in ten minutes flat
leaving me with busker’s view of Thames as the sun sank into the chill factor
Without the Palace Gate
Eros within the dome
Illegal busking pitch, Islington – I didn’t last as long as it took me to get the banjo out. The rain had stopped so I played on Upper Street – too much traffic to sing so I just picked hard for an hour and made more than enough for breakfast, several coffees and a packet of Amber Leaf.
Slept here, Chapel Market – woken at 6am.
Upper Street -bacon and egg roll and coffee – hit the spot.
This used to be the Dome
Upper Street, 7.15 am
Memory Lane. I lived in this basement flat on Noel Road 1987/88.
As I was busking on Portobello Road this afternoon I was hired to play a romantic song for a couple at the moment of their engagement…
‘It’s a happy happy day for you
It’s a happy happy day for me…’
Congratulations to Zuetlane (with a beautiful diamond ring) and her man, Mark… so winter busking has it’s ups!
practicing in Sylvie’s kitchen
looking wintery out there – but there is a job to be done and money to be made! I wrap up warm and use fingerless gloves – and if it gets too cold for finger-picking the banjo I give the uke a strum. Dylan’s Billy for example, recently learned.
sketch by a fellow winter busker on Portobello Rd early afternoon
winter buskers – Banjo Nick and Mike of Phantom Phreaks
start made 10/9/13
I do not dislike you personally and I trust that you will at least accord me the respect that the water-contamination issue has commanded. Who do you mean when you speak of the ‘water industry’?
How many gallons of fresh water and chemicals will be required per average frack in the UK?
Where will this water be sourced?
You will see where my argument is heading in protection of English country landscapes in all of their splendid biodiversity.
How far does he see chemical fracking pads spreading along less extreme seams than the norm?
draft notes towards Defence Statement
‘Regina versus Nick Ward’
looking for spaces in Cambridge last week
added here Saturday 16th November 2013
Following yesterday’s meeting with my solicitor, Samantha Greenwood of Kellys in Brighton, I have nothing to add to these information requests to Michael Fallon regarding 1/ sourcing and chemical contamination of ‘fracking fluid’ 2/ average quantity of water required per frack in UK.