I found a Dissertation Title! 

It’s been in my head a while I thought it was naff ( probably is) and was adamant I would do it my beloved Wyndham Lewis and Blast II. 

Last week I thought I would do A Clockwork Orange as that was the book that made me think I must do something with all my reading and study. Little did I know (and I know little of most things) that study literature is 99.9% making anything and everything about capitalism or objectifying women! I hoped it would be all gushing about characters over coffee and…..well yes I know the worlds moved on since Brideshead Revisited but I thought I’d have one book loving tweed wearing friend. 

Think of all the Vivienne Westwood shoes I could’ve got for this course fee.  Don’t let uni see that sentence, they aren’t big on girls that ‘dress up for hours and take pictures of themselves.’

So, all the full timers are probably well into their dissertations by now but as I don’t submit mine until January (never to return again), I let indecision reign. 

Every night my pretending to be deaf neighbour whoops and hollers like a voodoo hunsi raising spirits and my head throbs and the essays aren’t touched. 

So I sat in my canal boat sized kitchen on the floor, back injured shoulders against one cupboard, knees pressed against the opposite cupboard. And I read the wasteland aloud again. I like changing accents and doing the cockney/Essex for the pub scene ‘goonight’….

It is probably the only literary thing in my thought Every day as I cross the Thames. 

So here’s my draft title uni will probably nit- pick and make me feel thick for. 



News on Hawley Street

my most favourite derelict house in the whole of London thought to be demolished in the cull of Camden market is going to be a primary school! I read the proposed plans and there is a map of grade II listed building not to be demolished. It has had a planning application to be a primary school. This is so lovely. 

I’d love to see inside it while it’s still a state from its days as a squat. 

Demolition Part 2: the house in my failed essay

as mentioned in my last post and rubbish essay on atmospheres here is the house I always and still want. I only ever saw the beautiful home I would have transformed it. I currently live in a self contained, chArity owned bedsit that is over 1k a month that not even my benefits can cover. 

If you offered me this old villa the state it’s in now I would gladly swap and be a queen amongst squats. 
Below is a link to a Blog by Tom Kihl showing photos off the last days of Hawley Wharf. I miss the tunnel of graffiti shirts, uv rubber spike wristbands and stripey tights, stargazer make up and enormous flares with plastic seams. Mostly miss the company on soggy days with soggy noodles. 
He writes the one ‘wonky villa’ will survive and I’m anxious to know if it this one.