'blood' said the raven

once again the guardian award for mis-naming things and thus revealing your unconscious bias goes to... (drumroll), the guardian! (boom-tsshh). for naming this article about the evils of gentrification in nine elms  'Penthouses and poor doors: how Europe's 'biggest regeneration project' fell flat' . it 'falling flat' isn't really the issue - that sort of implies you wish it to be a success with big sales of millionaire's apartments, that the poor doors leading to the social housing (out the back, by the bins) are allowed to have a table in the corridor (instead of it being viewed as a fire hazard) and if only this were done then the whole scheme could be pronounced a success.

yesterday horsemouth had a long chat with mikey gee about the pitfalls of growing older. 

how's the rathbone sherlock holmes season going? 

still to go The Hound of the Baskervilles, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Weapon, Sherlock Holmes in Washington, The Scarlet Claw, The House of Fear. 

a pet raven in the pub spots the body. 'blood' said the raven. there's a poem that must be recited in the library. the gangster's moll and good time girl gives a patriotic speech to the ne'er do wells of a limehouse divebar, the criminal class of london is mobilised against the nazis, the nazi invasion plot is halted because of her work, when she dies it is barely commented on (as if she is not good enough to live in a de-nazified world). hail evelyn ankers (queen of the 'b's). there's a dwarf in the suitcase and murder by spider. 

saturday no wandering about (rain stopped play). sunday a wandering about at some point. 

monday, tuesday, friday - a little work. 

harry everett smith was a collector. people have heard the anthology of american folk music but have not seen his other collections. two books of his collections have recently been published. 

One of his obsessions was paper aeroplanes, which he mostly found on New York’s streets between 1961 and 1983.

'in retrospect, it's clear that he was a major figure, but in his lifetime he lived like a vagrant.' - andrew lampert. as usual there's a failure to understand people who did not live conventional lives.