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There is a light that never goes out
Feb. 4th, 2006 06:21 pmFriday:
Twag my class and
stay at home watching the extras from the Shaun of the Dead DVD which, all in
all, are twice as long as the film itself. Surely only extraordinarily obsessed
fans would be interested in the writers’ initial ideas flipchart. One thing
Simon Pegg says is that he wanted to make a film about suburban, not tourist, London;
no Tower of London, Big Ben or Routemaster bus shots.
I think of this on Saturday as we wander around the derelict and developed Docklands, from Canary Wharf down to Trinity Buoy Wharf, forced off of the river path by offices and gated housing blocks, in search of London’s Only Lighthouse which, surprisingly, you can go climb up and view the grey Thames and the ridiculously-large looking Dome and the defunct Greenwich power station and the Millennium Village (sic). There is a music project inside the hub, whose sister scheme we also stumbled into when visiting Rufford Park with my parents a year or so ago. Maybe we’ll accidentally end up in Alexandria. There is also a shed purporting to be a replica of Michael Faraday’s laboratory (complete with stuffed cat), office space made out of storage containers and an American-style diner which claims it’s an original 40s corrugated iron edifice imported from the US. Anyway, if not, it’s cheap enough and Aretha Franklin is on thejukebox CD player and there is a photo-shoot taking
place at one end, whilst we slurp milkshakes at the other and Quirky LondonTM
enchants me once more.
I think of this on Saturday as we wander around the derelict and developed Docklands, from Canary Wharf down to Trinity Buoy Wharf, forced off of the river path by offices and gated housing blocks, in search of London’s Only Lighthouse which, surprisingly, you can go climb up and view the grey Thames and the ridiculously-large looking Dome and the defunct Greenwich power station and the Millennium Village (sic). There is a music project inside the hub, whose sister scheme we also stumbled into when visiting Rufford Park with my parents a year or so ago. Maybe we’ll accidentally end up in Alexandria. There is also a shed purporting to be a replica of Michael Faraday’s laboratory (complete with stuffed cat), office space made out of storage containers and an American-style diner which claims it’s an original 40s corrugated iron edifice imported from the US. Anyway, if not, it’s cheap enough and Aretha Franklin is on the
