Family Affairs

[poliphilo]

We were in Whitechapel this January.  My cultural associations with Whitechapel are Jack the Ripper and- er- well- that's it really, but there's a great Art Gallery right next to the tube station.  

We drank coffee at a pavement table and a psychotic busker with a huge head of hair circled the cafe brandishing his guitar like a club.

I fell in love with the place.

Trouble is, we couldn't afford the rents.

But in one of those odd developments that isn't exactly spooky but seems to be verging on it, my ex-wife is moving there tomorrow, along with her friend, the Methodist Minister, who is being sent there by her Church.

All this is by way of explaining why my son Joe, who is a northern lad and doesn't want to be based in London, is moving in with us. He and his girlfriend Sarah showed up yesterday with boxes.

And here they are.
 

 

Comments

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

I remember being taken to the Whitechapel Art Gallery to see a Robert Rauschenberg exhibition (Google tells me this was 1964; I'd have been about 13): I remember these heavily painted canvases with things like socks stuck on them.

I've been there once since, but all I recall of that visit is that there we were, now resident in the North-East, doing the visiting cultural things in London bit, when we noticed a sign on the front desk asking Cllr. Jeremy Beecham (then a Newcastle councillor) to contact a name which I have now forgotten, but which we recognised as his head of social services.

Pointless anecdote that seemed to fit your patterns & coincidences / London & the North theme!

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Life is full of these odd coincidences. They're not weird enough to support any theory, but they do make you stop and wonder.