A blog about being a hip kid in an old fart's body, and just how embarrassing that is for all concerned.

Also a dump for pictures and writings that aren't going to be published anywhere else

Monday 4 February 2013

Right River of Dreams

In 1974, I moved into a ground floor flat at 168 Putney Bridge Road, which led to the famous Putney Bridge, with the Levellers church at the end. The flat was on a side turning, which led to a less celebrated bridge, the footbridge that runs alongside the District Line as it comes out of Putney Bridge Station (which is across the river in Fulham). I used it sometimes, but preferred to get the bus to work, and moved away to north-west London in 1977.

In the late 80s, I started going to see a therapist in East Putney, and took to getting off the tube a stop early so I could walk over the bridge, which in the years since I had lived there, I discovered, had been covered with layer on layer of tagging graffiti in a riot of colours, and I could use my close-up lenses to find images no-one had intended.

There were maybe half a dozen panels like this on the bridge

The persistence of love

A day by the sea

Girl group sound
 
A tip of the hat

The Rings of Saturn

The great sperm race

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