#london

There may be problems we still need to tease out, but we will leave no stone unturned in our bid to make London the host city. ↗

— Sebastian Coe

#city #host #leave #london #make

His OFELLUS in the Art of Living in London, I have heard him relate, was an Irish painter, whom he knew at Birmingham, and who had practiced his own precepts of economy for several years in the British capital. He assured Johnson, who, I suppose, was then meditating to try his fortune in London, but was apprehensive of the expence, 'that thirty pounds a year was enough to enable a man to live there without being contemptible. He allowed ten pounds for cloaths and linen. He said a man might live in a garret at eighteen-pence a week; few people would inquire where he lodged; and if they did, it was easy to say, "Sir, I am to be found at such a place." By spending three-pence in a coffee-house, he might be for some hours every day in very good company; he might dine for six-pence, breakfast on bread and milk for a penny, and do without supper. On clean-shirt day he went abroad, and paid visits. ↗

— James Boswell

#economy #london #art

I do notice that when I've been away and I come back to London. People look at you. People are ready to pick arguments. ↗

— Colin Firth

#back #been #come #i #i do

I went to London and performed in Eric Clapton's concert at the Royal Albert Hall. I'll work with him any time he asks me. ↗

— Carole King

#any #asks #clapton #concert #eric

When I married Paul, we lived in St John's Wood in London. We had nice next-door neighbours, but you don't know anyone else. Everyone lives in isolation. ↗

— Linda McCartney

#else #everyone #had #i #isolation

I love living in London. ↗

— Trevor McDonald

#i love #living #london #love

When really you've gone to drama school and rep and then you've come to London and gone to auditions and you've worked, solidly, for years. But that all gets forgotten. ↗

— Julia Ormond

#come #drama #drama school #forgotten #gets

I decided to deflect her attitude by giving a long, Southern answer. I come from people who know how to draw things out. Annoy a Southerner, and we will drain away the moments of your life with our slow, detailed replies until you are nothing but a husk of your former self and that much closer to death. ↗

— Maureen Johnson

#shades-of-london #southerners #the-name-of-the-star #ya #young-adult

I love going into the centre of London because people don't give a monkey's about you or who you are. You can be in a restaurant and no one notices you or if they do they won't show it. ↗

— Teddy Sheringham

#because #centre #give #going #i

Because it is the triumph of a lack of planning –both for good and bad. It's chaos –and whether you say that with a gasp of despair or glee or both is up to you. Whereas Paris (certainly in the centre) is the success of a single overarching monomaniacal topographic vision, London is a chaotic patchwork of history, architecture, style, as disorganised as any dream, and like any dream possessing an underlying logic, but one that we can't quite make sense of, though we know it's there. A shoved-together city cobbled from centuries of distinct aesthetics disrespectfully clotted in a magnificent triumph of architectural philistinism. A city of jingoist sculptures, concrete caryatids, ugly ugly ugly financial bombast, reconfiguration. A city full of parks and gardens, which have always been magic places, one of the greenest cities in the world, though it's a very dirty shade of green –and what sort of grimy dryads does London throw up? You tell me. ↗

— China Miéville

#architecture