Crossing Oxford Street was a deadly experience today, string of taxis and buses with bikes zooming past. I must make a point – I don’t like crossing Oxford Street on a regular day let alone on a mad tube strike day. My office is in Market Place which is Noho and it pains me if I have to go over the other side, unless of course I walk down to Liberty or Pain de Quotidien.
Today I went to Borders to buy The Cherry Orchard by Chekhov (yep, another book skipping the queue), I have booked tickets to see the play by the Bridge Project at the Old Vic next Saturday and needed to refresh my memory. As an experiment I bought the cheapest tickets, the ‘limited leg room, left side no arm rest, might have to lean forward’ kind. Buy they did cost £9.50 which is a steal given that it is directed by Sam Mendes.
Anyway, back to Borders, I came across yet another beautiful series of books by Penguin, it’s called English Journeys. Books small and light enough to put in your bag and read on a train or a bus or the tube once it gets back in service. Books that tell stories about places, encourage you to go and visit. I really like Penguin for things like this or the blank cover books where you can draw your own cover or the leather bound classics for a perfect gift at only £20 per book.
Now, all exhausted after two big cycles in insane traffic, I am in bed with a cup of tea and Chekhov, bliss.
