1968, The Beatles, doing martial arts on top of the roundabout at Old Street.
Today, London still waits for the light of Spring to emerge through the gloom. Waiting for someone, my brother I think it was. Off the train at the station, we wandered over to the Cock Tavern in Somers Town. Only had enough for a half pint each. Previously, I had found myself in the Old Church Gardens of St Pancras…
Mental States reflected in Mad Mosaics. In my life’s practice, I’m trying to open the gates. In the Gardens that day, I found a gate already open. Fingertips getting freezing, pushing palms in fingerless gloves.
Concentric octagons. A random memorial set in church gardens.
I happened across a plaque which revealed a great deal. I hadn’t heard of the Beatles’ Mad Day Out. Of course, it was in ’68. Look at Paul’s suit. Of course they were in London, able to lark around the Old Church Gardens of St Pancras.
See, as the decades lapse and wane, how gardens here bordered in Hollyhock are replaced by easy-to-maintain drab shrubbery. What would John and George make of the scene now?
The band, accompanied by a coterie of photographers and their team, moved on from the Gardens and frollicked around London. Paul is fairly flexible. Look at his out-turned foot, he could aim a nasty kick to the groin.
I want to pare these images, of fun and leisure with more from today. Below is the skeleton of the new Sainsburys development which is currently being constructed on Northumberland Park, in Tottenham.
Light industrial units make way for a major sports-led regeneration project. I don’t recognise White Hart Lane. They have scraped away the ground, cutting in to the planet to raise monoliths to progress and comfort graven with corporate CGI images of happy customers, a happy Tottenham.
I don’t meet people who find the cutting edge of today, this moment right now, so upsetting. These images make me angry. They don’t speak of a world I want to live in. They represent major investment, technological expertise, partnership working, health and safety policies. Things I am not part of, despite them being visited upon my community, my Tottenham. I don’t like them because they are ugly and I don’t want to live in an ugly world.
I want Mad Days Out