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London Adventures cont.

Shackelton got his rope from this very shop.


More than a hundred and ten years in biz


Harper Collins. Went to harper collins to deliver some demos of an album of mine from back in the day I want them to publish my wee bookie with free album enclosed.


Lots of rigmarole to get in. But i just wanted to deliver demos to editors.


I am a big fan of Hamlet. Didn’t meet Ophelia though.


London Pt 2

Smart phone? yeah right. My smart phone alerted me to this place. The gate keeper told me there was a dress code i wasn’t cracking and that a ss was gonna set me back £50.


These girls cracked it. The chosen ones heading for sushivana.


The traditional pub.


With a traditional pokey


Leaning postbox. A real letter is something we all like to get but no one wants to send.


London Streets 2014

This is a genuine licensed London busker. To get a job like this you have to apply to be auditioned….wait several years to be auditioned and have about one chance in one hundred of being selected.

Many are called few are chosen. And when you do get taken on you are not allowed to sell anything nor are you permitted to hand out even a biz card nor display any signs cause one company has sole advertising rights on everything in the underground. Good sorts.


Food for thought. So this was sobering…to say the least. The only way to make a name for yourself in the underground is to buy advertising with exterior media. I wrote to them. I wonder if they do micro budget deals. Ha ha.

In my experience dealing with big companies tends to be like “talking to the taxman about poetry” to use the title of a Billy Bragg album. So i am more inclined to support little family places like food for thought in Neal st. This veggo place has been around since the 70s and hasn’t lost out to the enemy yet. Food is great and not priced to kill. It took me days to find such an oasis.


St Paul’s is surrounded. Ha ha. There are two of these and other franchises between. Christopher Wren has a big fan club.


It’s surreal. The money changers outside the temple. So lets go look in the temple itself.

Pay to pray. Gone are the days when you could go to a church to pray. Not in this one pal. There’s a timetable for that pal…


Easy access. Only one entrance is open and it’s gatekeepers are not there to make friends…


Thou shalt not. I had to walk all the way around to get onto the lobby. I had to ignore this sign to get a shot of the stairway.


Stairway. What would Christopher Wren say about all this commercial lockout?


As you leave thru the revolving doors you have to laugh at the irony. Irony rules.


Next time i will look for a more modest church. (St Paul’s Cathedral)


Or save up so i can get in. Here is a view from the counter. In ancient times the money changers worked outdoors…


Don’t mess with my security. The best minder ever.


An unbroken family. Had a little strum outside and this friendly family listened out and the little guy guarded my axe. Lovely spot and the franchises were quiet…no one can afford to take family into killerpocket eateries on a regular basis unless they are so rich they wont wanna anyway. They were eating a packed lunch. More fun that way.


Gotta love this graffiti. Really cheers you up walking down a dark street to see this illuminated by the moon and the sodium light…


Church by moonlight


What a superb simple way to stack em. Way easier than a power monster dishwasher.


Strumming in the Bergen Sunshine

Strum in the Bergen sun (in Norway.) Was going to play in the square but another busker claimed this huge jurisdiction belonged to him so rather than engage in hostilities it was easier to was very fine and people kind.


Professional pleader. One heck of a way to get by but these guys really need help and not just cash…


This shop has been running for 100 years. Beautiful fishcakes. Delicious.


Here is the center of Bergen. There are no disgruntled fun police roaming around in fluro vests and no cameras “protecting” freedom by removing freedom from us. London’s another story….as i am about to discover in the near future; but i have one more daytime in Bergen.


Arriving London (Gatwick) on 12th -18th of April. Want to host a house concert or know of a gig in London or near – let me know via facebook or email on “lukehurleymusic @” . (without the spaces)

From Denmark to Norway

Norway. Staying with my friend Tom Mountjoy and this is his Norwegian forest cat otherwise known as “the fuffy one”. His dad Jim was a good friend to me back in the 80s in Dunedin.



Recreational fur ball removal. Dr Tom Mountjoy is a researcher barman, Gym instructor and part time furball remover…has scissors will travel.


The sailors rest. Ulrik, the guy who sponsored my trip to Europe dropped me off here last Saturday night after a great little show in a seaside town nearby….the next day i explored the town.


Denmark’s answer to Picton. What a place! Even the kiosks had pokey machines and the pubs were mostly smoke filled rooms frequented by career drinkers. The sailors rest appeared to have a 24/7 party going on in the office and the cigarette smoke pervaded every room in the hotel. I played music for them and they were very partial to it…which surprised me.


Post your postcards here.


Tom and his furry friend (again…)


Denmark and Statues

Statues eeeeeeeverywhere. Can anyone explain what this is all about


From another view. Its got me stumped. Why on earth? What’s the point?


And the naked lady throttling a goose…naked lady …has goose Will travel Wont go hungry


Casablan a


Vultures in for the kill. Nice buildings gutted and largely under enemy occupation. The war goes on. Even if it’s costly. Go around the corner and buy lunch in a real place run by people who care.


Children recognise music first. Kids often recognise that my sound is worth a listen and they want to stay a while ….and in this instance the parents encouraged them to .their dad took this photo.lovely family.


So crass it’s almost high art…

It’s not the way forward is it? This is not what millions died to allow. This isn’t freedom of expression; this is a war of nerves where the price of everything and the value in nothing abounds.

A far cry from the man with the eskimo and old european values.