Pictures from London
A telephone booth in Dover, in front of some White Cliffs.
An ad for Fabric, this loud and huge club.
Kyle's Russian Bear Hat.
Bloody Mary's at sunrise.
At the Pomona Alumni evening: me, Eric, Prez Stanley, Kwig, and Jeff.
A garden in Islington with palm trees.
My bike and myself (and a Nissan) reflected in the voluptous rear bumper of a TVR Tuscan.
The Bang Bang sign, through the window of Finnegan's Wake.
HMS Belfast and the Tower Bridge.
Where to park your Beemer.
Christie's strings.
A circular railroad track, behind King's Cross.
Frankie D memorial.
Statue of FDR outside the American Embassy.
Homer J, through the bottom of a glass.
E-rock, singing his brains out.
Jeff, droppin' 'boes.
Lost that lovin' feeling? Kwig knows where to find it.
Georgie.
Eric and George.
Aladie Jeff and me.
Jeff devouring the mic.
Kwiggy Jeff and Eric.
Kwiggy-pie capturing the moment.
Knocking on a door, with an umbrella.
A London Sunset, from Primrose Hill.
Pretty much.
Blingage: M5's & Aston's in Lincoln's Inn.
A Harvey Mudd civic.
Parliment at night. Just after I took this picture, an undercover cop flashed his badge at me. I thought he was going to say my bike was stolen (because I'm sure it was stolen sometime in the past), but he wanted to warn me to put lights on the front AND back.
The pub Roger Wallace.
Under the tracks.
Sin horizon.
A windmill on a canal boat.
A Standard 10.
Stare at it, at the Science Museum.
A wicker motorcycle.
Me and a big door. And a tree trunk.
A religious experience on a hill.
Grand Entrance.
Ill-luminations.
Myself in front of an arch, at Hyde Park Corner I think.
A liberal fire escape.
An Alfa Romeo at the science museum.
Some big columns.
A well-illuminated balcony (actually a long exposure).
Me and this fence, right after I bought my bike. You can see the happiness dripping off my face.
That's the place - Goldsmid Hizzo, dormatory to the rich and powerful (the American embassy is just down the street!).
Selfridges.
A London Black Cab at night.
A cathedral in Hampstead, in the north part of London, on a sunny day (good god).
J-Diddy and Me.
My room at Goldsmid House, 36 North Row, London W1. It has a sink (not pictured)!
My shelf in my room. As you can see, I have many shiney objects, and christmas lights.
The view directly out my window, at the upper floors of Marks and Spencer on Oxford Street.
The shadow of my hand, attempting to gain entry into somebody's front yard in Hampstead.
A bunch of huge cranes in the City - the financial district.
That tree has my back.
Two pigeons at the fountain in Trafalgar Square.
The University College London sign on the Cruciform Building (it's shaped like an 'X', and that's where they cultivate the future doctors of England).
A window and the shadow of a lamp post in Dover.
In the labyrinth of confusion that is the Art History department. Every building has all these fire doors which don't have magnetic dealies to keep them open until the fire alarm actually goes off. So every corridor is really just a set of skinny rooms with doors all over the place, and you can't see in a straight line for more than 20 feet. My American mind is used to grand open spaces, and really can't handle it.
