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<title> Drive-by</title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 22:52:56 +0000</pubDate>
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Completely failed to capture the real meat of what was going on here, which was a couple of officers out of the car, questioning the driver they'd pulled out of the car they'd pulled over. They looked a bit jumpy though, so I didn't feel like pushing my luck. Still, nice colours.<br/><br/>Bishopsgate, London]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[Completely failed to capture the real meat of what was going on here, which was a couple of officers out of the car, questioning the driver they'd pulled out of the car they'd pulled over. They looked a bit jumpy though, so I didn't feel like pushing my luck. Still, nice colours.<br/><br/>Bishopsgate, London]]></description>
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<title> Quo vadis?</title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 22:52:56 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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&hellip; asked the two officers of this gentleman. Among a variety of other questions, no doubt.<br/><br/>Dean Street, Soho, London]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[&hellip; asked the two officers of this gentleman. Among a variety of other questions, no doubt.<br/><br/>Dean Street, Soho, London]]></description>
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<title> Market police</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2010/03/07/market-police.html</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 22:52:56 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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Making sure there's nothing amiss round the market stalls<br/><br/>Borough Market, London]]></content:encoded>
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<title> Follow that taxi!</title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 22:52:56 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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I always wanted to shout that out. "STICK THE SIRENS ON! Take him alive." Go! Go! Hang on - what? He's parked up? Oh.<br/><br/>Under the East London Line railway bridge, Kingsland Road, Shoreditch]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[I always wanted to shout that out. "STICK THE SIRENS ON! Take him alive." Go! Go! Hang on - what? He's parked up? Oh.<br/><br/>Under the East London Line railway bridge, Kingsland Road, Shoreditch]]></description>
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<title> Stepping lightly</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2010/02/23/stepping-lightly.html</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 09:52:18 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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Sauntered up Midland road to the station to purchase me a post-prandial perambulatory caffeine slurp. Saw these chaps sauntering up ahead of me; sauntered up behind them, nonchalantly raised my lens and snapped 'em up; sauntered off again.<br/><br/>St. Pancras International Railway station, Kings Cross, London]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[Sauntered up Midland road to the station to purchase me a post-prandial perambulatory caffeine slurp. Saw these chaps sauntering up ahead of me; sauntered up behind them, nonchalantly raised my lens and snapped 'em up; sauntered off again.<br/><br/>St. Pancras International Railway station, Kings Cross, London]]></description>
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<title> Platform duty</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2010/02/14/platform-duty.html</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 22:31:20 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
<category><![CDATA[Enforcement]]></category>
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BTP officer on duty at Earl's Court tube station.]]></content:encoded>
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<title> Crouching tiger</title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 22:31:20 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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Under the canopy, Brighton railway station]]></content:encoded>
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<title> Contretemps</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2010/01/25/contretemps.html</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 23:08:35 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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This lady was cross. I think she was cross with the police guys in the car, who seemed quite happy to let the community types brush her off. I mean, why bother getting out of the car if they're already communing with the community, right?<br/><br/>Brick Lane, Shoreditch, London]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[This lady was cross. I think she was cross with the police guys in the car, who seemed quite happy to let the community types brush her off. I mean, why bother getting out of the car if they're already communing with the community, right?<br/><br/>Brick Lane, Shoreditch, London]]></description>
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<title> Roast gammon</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2010/01/09/roast-gammon.html</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 21:58:25 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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Goose fat. That's the secret, lashings of goose fat. And when you've par-boiled the potatoes, swing 'em around in a colander so they scuff up <i>niiice</i>. Medium oven for an hour, regular turns, lightly steam the veg - then: stuff the whole lot in your head, quick as you can. No-one'll ever know it was there.]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[Goose fat. That's the secret, lashings of goose fat. And when you've par-boiled the potatoes, swing 'em around in a colander so they scuff up <i>niiice</i>. Medium oven for an hour, regular turns, lightly steam the veg - then: stuff the whole lot in your head, quick as you can. No-one'll ever know it was there.]]></description>
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<title> Me, myself and I</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2010/01/05/me-myself-and-i.html</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 22:17:19 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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If you tell people often or long enough that the people in "you and me did it" really ought to be "you and I" (as I'm the subject of that verb), what'll apparently happen is that they'll ignore it for ages, and then all of a sudden, over the last year or two, develop it into some sort of meme, whereupon they all start using the subject "I" in places where the object "me" is required. "A photo of my partner and I" - huh? Is it a photo of I? No, no, and thrice no. It's not. It's a photo of me, isn't it.<br/><br/>The most crushingly irritating thing about it is that people make a point of doing it. Egregious, yo.]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[If you tell people often or long enough that the people in "you and me did it" really ought to be "you and I" (as I'm the subject of that verb), what'll apparently happen is that they'll ignore it for ages, and then all of a sudden, over the last year or two, develop it into some sort of meme, whereupon they all start using the subject "I" in places where the object "me" is required. "A photo of my partner and I" - huh? Is it a photo of I? No, no, and thrice no. It's not&hellip;]]></description>
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<title> Artwords bookshop</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2010/01/05/artwords-bookshop.html</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 22:17:19 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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On Saturday I went to have yet another puncture repaired, and hopefully delay the next similar incident, by having some new tyres fitted to my bike at <a href="http://www.lock-7.com/" rel="nofollow">Lock 7 Cycle Café</a>. On wandering along Broadway Market to pass the time while waiting for the work to be done, I chanced on the <a href="http://www.artwords.co.uk/contact/" rel="nofollow">Artwords bookshop</a>, a sister to the one on Rivington Street. It's a treasure trove. Several times I realised in the course of my visit that I was just gazing, mouth agape, at the shelf- and tablefuls of gorgeous, fascinating, beautiful books. Spent so long browsing that it would have felt really rude not to take anything with me. I love this place. I'd love to find a sort of cultural Shangri-La like this hidden in big city hills, a literary, linguistic and licentiously visual labyrinth, with room after room of tomes and quartos and lavish lithographic layouts, and spend days and weeks and months absorbing and soaking myself in the splendour, luxuriating in its lushness.  ]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[On Saturday I went to have yet another puncture repaired, and hopefully delay the next similar incident, by having some new tyres fitted to my bike at <a href="http://www.lock-7.com/" rel="nofollow">Lock 7 Cycle Café</a>. On wandering along Broadway Market to pass the time while waiting for the work to be done, I chanced on the <a href="http://www.artwords.co.uk/contact/" rel="nofollow">Artwords bookshop</a>, a sister to the one on Rivington Street. It's a treasure trove&hellip;]]></description>
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<title> Is this Gregor Samsa?</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2009/12/27/is-this-gregor-samsa-.html</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 21:48:15 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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Or just a top-hatted dude with a stripey shirt, lying on his back pretending to be a dog having his tummy tickled? Or just apparently collapsed while doing a drunken zombie/ghoul/sneaky-monster walk? Not that either of those wouldn't be quite good in its own right, but I don't know, maybe I read too much into these things. Maybe I just try to connect things up too much. Anyway, nice picture. So it goes.]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[Or just a top-hatted dude with a stripey shirt, lying on his back pretending to be a dog having his tummy tickled? Or just apparently collapsed while doing a drunken zombie/ghoul/sneaky-monster walk? Not that either of those wouldn't be quite good in its own right, but I don't know, maybe I read too much into these things. Maybe I just try to connect things up too much. Anyway, nice picture. So it goes.]]></description>
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<title> Starbucks duties</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2009/12/26/starbucks-duties.html</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 13:55:40 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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Something of a regular lunchtime haunt for crew patrolling St. Pancras International. I guess they just can't keep away from that frothy cream. Me, I prefer Patisserie Paul, just round the corner, but different strokes for different folks, right?<br/><br/>Starbucks coffee shop, station concourse, St. Pancras railway station, Kings Cross, London]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[Something of a regular lunchtime haunt for crew patrolling St. Pancras International. I guess they just can't keep away from that frothy cream. Me, I prefer Patisserie Paul, just round the corner, but different strokes for different folks, right?<br/><br/>Starbucks coffee shop, station concourse, St. Pancras railway station, Kings Cross, London]]></description>
<author>Igor Clark</author>
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<title> Why oh why oh why …</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2009/12/20/why-oh-why-oh-why-.html</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 21:59:20 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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… do people insist on putting toilet paper the wrong way round on the holder? It's really not even a question of preference, if you think about it - turned the other way, the strip presents itself for plucking, while this way you have to hunt around underneath the roll, like some sordid, snuffling subterranean troll. It's not computational fluid dynamics, people. It's simple efficiency.]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[… do people insist on putting toilet paper the wrong way round on the holder? It's really not even a question of preference, if you think about it - turned the other way, the strip presents itself for plucking, while this way you have to hunt around underneath the roll, like some sordid, snuffling subterranean troll. It's not computational fluid dynamics, people. It's simple efficiency.]]></description>
<author>Igor Clark</author>
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<title> Going on holiday, are you?</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2009/12/12/going-on-holiday-are-you-.html</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 23:33:08 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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Hang on then, better not just arrive at the airport and get on the ’plane. No, definitely better load yourselves up to the gunwales instead with supposedly-&ldquo;reduced&rdquo;, still-grotesquely-overpriced, indulgent shit you know you don’t need and can’t afford, but could probably buy on credit if you were to manage to allow yourself to be kidded into the delusion of &ldquo;saving money&rdquo; by the minor concessions made in the name of &ldquo;growing the economy&rdquo; by these manipulative, devious, exploitative corporate shitmongers. Much better that way, for everyone. Otherwise the gears just won’t keep turning, and we can’t have that. ]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[Hang on then, better not just arrive at the airport and get on the ’plane&hellip;]]></description>
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<title> Bat-bike & car</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2009/11/29/bat-bike-car.html</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:28:50 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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<guid>http://www.igorclark.net/2009/11/29/bat-bike-car.html</guid>
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I think what happens is that the bonnet of the car opens up and the bike comes zooming out of the front, allowing the chap doing the driving to carry on high-speed pursuit. Yep, that's it.<br/><br/>Waterloo Station, London]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[I think what happens is that the bonnet of the car opens up and the bike comes zooming out of the front, allowing the chap doing the driving to carry on high-speed pursuit. Yep, that's it.<br/><br/>Waterloo Station, London]]></description>
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<title> Long trek</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2009/11/29/long-trek.html</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:28:50 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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<guid>http://www.igorclark.net/2009/11/29/long-trek.html</guid>
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This chap had ever so slight an air of world-weariness in his gait. Or maybe it was in my eyes. Dunno.<br/><br/>Outside Waterloo railway station, London]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[This chap had ever so slight an air of world-weariness in his gait. Or maybe it was in my eyes. Dunno.<br/><br/>Outside Waterloo railway station, London]]></description>
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<title> Damn</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2009/11/29/damn.html</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:28:50 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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There were three of these guys all in a line watching the trains - they come, they go - but as you can see, in my haste I blurred 'em and got my hand in the way. Curses.<br/><br/>Main concourse, Waterloo railway station, London]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[There were three of these guys all in a line watching the trains - they come, they go - but as you can see, in my haste I blurred 'em and got my hand in the way. Curses.<br/><br/>Main concourse, Waterloo railway station, London]]></description>
<author>Igor Clark</author>
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<title> Lone guard</title>
<link>http://www.igorclark.net/2009/11/29/lone-guard.html</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 12:35:29 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Igor Clark</dc:creator>
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This stretch of pavement, though usually inhabited by a variety of police vehicles, on this occasion played host to a single, unoccupied, unmarked car, accompanied by a similarly solo officer, marked out in contrast for all to see.<br/><br/>St. Pancras railway station, Kings Cross, London]]></content:encoded>
<description><![CDATA[This stretch of pavement, though usually inhabited by a variety of police vehicles, on this occasion played host to a single, unoccupied, unmarked car, accompanied by a similarly solo officer, marked out in contrast for all to see.<br/><br/>St. Pancras railway station, Kings Cross, London]]></description>
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<title> Zooooom</title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 21:04:43 +0000</pubDate>
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Tracking Wednesday night's Shoreditch shenanigans, at speed.<br/><br/>Bottom of Kingsland Road, Shoreditch, London]]></content:encoded>
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