XWSF Tassell (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tassellrealm) wrote,@ 2005-11-10 04:30:00 |
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Breakfast at Shervingtons
O.K. so I'm starting this blog. I've got a slight fear that living where I do (London EC1) it's going to come out sounding like Robinson in Space, so I might as well admit defeat, call it that for a while, and watch it transform into something else.
This morning.
Wandered down to Shervingtons old-style tobacconist/pipe shop in Holborn to get my American Spirits. Ancient wonky tudor building. There are three old-guy shop assistants: really heavy smokers - always smoking behind a big olden-days style glass counter, you have to wade through a sickly pea-souper to get served. The place is full of weird pipes, strange lighters, and super-obscure brands of cigarettes and tobacco. There's a humidified cigar-room at the side.
"Come for your fix, sir?"
"Yep. Oh, can I have some of those Tally-Ho cigarette papers too."
Outside the shop I light up. After a cool smoke I swan in to Sainsbury's for a pint of milk and a Mars bar.
The papers trumpet : Blair's First Defeat. (After his failure to implement the neo-nazi 90 day incarceration bill).
Pop down to have a psychometric gander at Shoe Lane. The location was the subject of a documentary on TV recently about the nazi bombing raid on St.Pauls.
The Luftwaffe had planned to fly over in three seperate waves, on the first wave they were flying almost blind so what they did was randomly drop thousands of thousands of incendiary bombs (which had a similar effect to petrol bombs)in order to start fires. The aim being that whole of London would be lit up by the fires so the next wave (who by then would be able to see properly) could drop their 'proper bombs'.
The fires caused by the incendiary devices became so hot that whole streets would just melt. Shoe Lane was one such. You can still still see some of the black from the fires on adjacent buildings in Fleet Street.
O.K. so I'm starting this blog. I've got a slight fear that living where I do (London EC1) it's going to come out sounding like Robinson in Space, so I might as well admit defeat, call it that for a while, and watch it transform into something else.
This morning.
Wandered down to Shervingtons old-style tobacconist/pipe shop in Holborn to get my American Spirits. Ancient wonky tudor building. There are three old-guy shop assistants: really heavy smokers - always smoking behind a big olden-days style glass counter, you have to wade through a sickly pea-souper to get served. The place is full of weird pipes, strange lighters, and super-obscure brands of cigarettes and tobacco. There's a humidified cigar-room at the side.
"Come for your fix, sir?"
"Yep. Oh, can I have some of those Tally-Ho cigarette papers too."
Outside the shop I light up. After a cool smoke I swan in to Sainsbury's for a pint of milk and a Mars bar.
The papers trumpet : Blair's First Defeat. (After his failure to implement the neo-nazi 90 day incarceration bill).
Pop down to have a psychometric gander at Shoe Lane. The location was the subject of a documentary on TV recently about the nazi bombing raid on St.Pauls.
The Luftwaffe had planned to fly over in three seperate waves, on the first wave they were flying almost blind so what they did was randomly drop thousands of thousands of incendiary bombs (which had a similar effect to petrol bombs)in order to start fires. The aim being that whole of London would be lit up by the fires so the next wave (who by then would be able to see properly) could drop their 'proper bombs'.
The fires caused by the incendiary devices became so hot that whole streets would just melt. Shoe Lane was one such. You can still still see some of the black from the fires on adjacent buildings in Fleet Street.
