London adverts: seen as I walk along

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I realised a few days ago that I hardly ever post experiences of my favourite city in the world - London.  As autumn slowly unfurls, the sun occasionally peeks through, and the dark winter is still some while away, I can confidently share my affection for my adopted home. At least this month I love it, knowing full well I shall be moaning about the grey skies all too soon!

Here is a selection of one-liners spotted across the cityscape as I visited my regular haunts in the last few weeks.

The first was at London Waterloo, a station I've seen change over a decade. This was at the Northern Line platform going into Central London.


One weekday in early September, I was walking briskly along the South Bank to meet a friend for lunch. My destination was The River Wharf (great food, awfully slow service, also the venue of my first ever  work Xmas lunch yearssss ago). Enroute I saw this at the Wahaca market stall. It made me chuckle.


At Clapham Junction (below), I've always walked past this lovely deli, taking in the whiff of fresh croissants, muffins, cakes and coffee. I only realised a few days ago, they were shouldering a big burden as demonstrated by their commitment to super coffee (!)


The tube is a great place to read adverts, mainly to avoid making eye contact with fellow travellers. Especially useful when you must tear your eyes away from the phone screen as they are genuinely hurting and your brain is about to explode due to 'infobesity' (fantastic new word that entered the Oxford dictionary some time ago). Over here they are cashing into commuter hunger....


Finally, as most of you know already, India's neighbours do not shy from using 'Brand India' to promote their businesses. Spotted recently on Wimbledon High Street, this old restaurant now claims to be an Indian Kitchen with "Authentic Lahori Food". Umm, Lahore is in Pakistan (!)



The average Londoner would say- what difference do a few hundred miles make. After all India, Pakistan, Bangladesh were all part of the Great Indian Sub-continent before the "evil" colonial rulers divided them and then had the last laugh as they continued to savour delicious curries from all three nations. A lot to learn from this tiny island that now lives off chicken tikka masala and korma.

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