I was never a punk/mod/rocker/Paul Weller fan (don’t pretend you’re surprised), but The Jam’s Going Underground is one of my anthems. I like the the idea of going underground, not just literally but also as something to do with subversion, the Velvet Underground, hidden networks,
As a fellow northerner, who also loves London, I enjoyed this post. The Elizabeth Line stations' curves and sweeps are impressive. More recently, London has been just a quick stop on the way to family in Kent but I feel a proper visit coming on.
Hi Jane! So enjoying my Sunday morning reads from you. I love how you bring in interesting art and things from your world. It’s like a trip to another land. Those knit sweaters are incredible. Have a lovely week. XO Kristin
A lovely post sharing your local adventures (and Poems of the Underground). I may never visit the UK, but I can certainly appreciate the Tube and its art. As an avid knitter I find myself honing in on all the hand knits in art, books and movies. I may have to watch the Banshees of Inisherin again to analyze a few sweaters. Have a lovely week.
What a fabulous post, Jane! You just brought back memories of a pair of yellow and blue suede platform brogues that I had at about 13, worn with purple flares. I cannot imagine how I was ever allowed such exotic footwear as normally we only were only allowed school shoes. Perhaps it was jumble.
I think the Roger McGough poem was in one of the Voices poetry anthologies for children that were seemingly in every school. Along with ABCD goldfish, and other gems.
I spent a week on a school trip in the Isle of Man in 1972, and don't recall people there looking like a 1930s shoot on the Arran Islands, but then it would have all been normal then. Thankfully they look healthier and better nourished than people in the 30s.
My excellent knitting grandmother produced an annual set of four (one for each grandchild) perfectly fitted polo necked sweaters in primary colours, though sadly they were excruciatingly and unwearably itchy around the neck.
I too have always loved the underground although never lived in London. I remember bunking off college for a day with a couple of friends to visit Biba and discovering loon pants in one of the shops by the station entrance. When I left college I worked in London for a couple of years with a daily commute via train and the underground. Oh happy days.
I love the photographs, such great knitting although I do wonder why the lady had a wire sticking through the middle of hers!
Enjoying your newsletter very much - thank you. xx
I think I might be writing the same thing every week, which is ‘l love your weekly emails!’
As a fellow northerner, who also loves London, I enjoyed this post. The Elizabeth Line stations' curves and sweeps are impressive. More recently, London has been just a quick stop on the way to family in Kent but I feel a proper visit coming on.
Hi Jane! So enjoying my Sunday morning reads from you. I love how you bring in interesting art and things from your world. It’s like a trip to another land. Those knit sweaters are incredible. Have a lovely week. XO Kristin
A lovely post sharing your local adventures (and Poems of the Underground). I may never visit the UK, but I can certainly appreciate the Tube and its art. As an avid knitter I find myself honing in on all the hand knits in art, books and movies. I may have to watch the Banshees of Inisherin again to analyze a few sweaters. Have a lovely week.
What a fabulous post, Jane! You just brought back memories of a pair of yellow and blue suede platform brogues that I had at about 13, worn with purple flares. I cannot imagine how I was ever allowed such exotic footwear as normally we only were only allowed school shoes. Perhaps it was jumble.
I think the Roger McGough poem was in one of the Voices poetry anthologies for children that were seemingly in every school. Along with ABCD goldfish, and other gems.
I spent a week on a school trip in the Isle of Man in 1972, and don't recall people there looking like a 1930s shoot on the Arran Islands, but then it would have all been normal then. Thankfully they look healthier and better nourished than people in the 30s.
My excellent knitting grandmother produced an annual set of four (one for each grandchild) perfectly fitted polo necked sweaters in primary colours, though sadly they were excruciatingly and unwearably itchy around the neck.
Definitely an improvement on the old stations! Great post thanks! Inspired for a visit on my next trip to London...
I too have always loved the underground although never lived in London. I remember bunking off college for a day with a couple of friends to visit Biba and discovering loon pants in one of the shops by the station entrance. When I left college I worked in London for a couple of years with a daily commute via train and the underground. Oh happy days.
I love the photographs, such great knitting although I do wonder why the lady had a wire sticking through the middle of hers!
Enjoying your newsletter very much - thank you. xx
Absolutely brilliant blog Jane. You have inspired me to follow in your footsteps!! Fran