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Candids in Covent Garden!

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Dear Juliet Here's a selection of other photographs from London, and I got a programme about Mockingbird for you from the Wyndham. Couple of candid shots somewhere ca. Seven Dials... Different angle on Trafalgar Square, with St. Martin-in-the-Fields in the background (it appeared at the start of Lawrence of Arabia ): And I see you went to a Star Trek convention in Vegas? Well, thanks for reading my blogs while you were there. I don't know if you saw the Starbucks patio on Fremont Street, but the oddest image came to mind. You quietly reading a blog of mine on your smartphone, leaning on a wall at night with the Strat in the distance and the Enterprise  high in the sky, top left... And your smartphone is flipped open like an original series communicator. I got a shot of the Strat back in 2010: Just a creative thought, although they considered building a life-size Enterprise hotel there in 1992: For now, I guess the Queen Mary will do... Love, James
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Concorde, Covent Garden and Confession...

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Dear Juliet Risked the train going to London on the 18th (seats were like hard benches from the nineteen-thirties, complete with large spikes), but it was still warm in London town with the buzz of the city around me and opportunities at large. This quote on the side of a train at Euston somewhat summed it up: Helped an older lady find her way to Waterloo. She was a literary fan, told her she was sitting next to an author, made her day... Henry Pordes had a new/old copy of Cannery Row (1945) in, the Tartt was still on the shelves and I saw The Usual Suspects! Then I walked down towards Wyndham and Garrick theatres, and stumbled upon the one play in London I really did want to see. So here comes my confession. I got a ticket for Aaron Sorkin's To Kill a Mockingbird . Royal Circle, F26. And here's the thing, wherein lies the conscience of the king... I know you're a stage actress at heart, and of course I'd have casually told anyone who asked that you love the tread of t...
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Even More Backed Up!

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Dear Juliet Back from New Cross (ducks sent their love), just running/stumbling out to work, will cobble together something vaguely resembling a blog post when I get back... I haven't forgotten about you. Love, James
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Backed Up!

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Dear Juliet I'm afraid I've got to go to New Cross to have my heart checked (think it's still beating), then I got blackmailed into doing a shift tonight. I'll probably climb Bridgnorth's steps again out of sheer cussedness. I'm sorry I don't have time to talk now and tell you more, but it was a good trip. The photos are still in rough cut, but I think I've got one candid shot I'll call "The Usual Suspects!" I hope you're okay? Love for today, James
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Back!

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Dear Juliet Just to mention I'm back. A bit bleary as I stay out in Soho too late, but I will write in more detail later. Don't think I've brought the British government down this time... Are you okay? 🤗 Love, James On the way there...
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Yet Another Hug From Shropshire!

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Dear Juliet Just heading off, and I realised I hadn't given you a hug in a while. So... 🤗 Hope you enjoyed it! Love, James
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Bringing Down the Government By the Blue Box!

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Dear Juliet Just to be sure you know I'm away 18th-20th August, hopefully bringing down the British government again, probably going to Henry Pordes and keeping an eye out for Tartts! Usual contact details . Earliest contact details . I don't think I included my email address, so: james.christie466@btinternet.com And I'll just ask: Photo of Dear Miss Landau in front of something historic? Actually, that's pretty much a given... T-shirt from London? Something for Romana from The Who Shop ? And here's an excerpt from Redemption about Drusilla in London... It wasn’t her London, Dru knew that. But some sights and sounds had a faint and shadowy familiarity. She had been in and out of London with William a number of times over the last hundred and twenty years, sometimes psychotic and babbling, at other times half-lucid and aware. She had seen the city change from a soot-blackened slum of sweating brickwork on the shores of the Thames, wreathed in murky fog which tore ...
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