Showing posts with label London. Show all posts
Showing posts with label London. Show all posts

Tuesday, 5 August 2014

Summer in the City: WWI Centenary

Yesterday was an important day for the UK as it marked 100 years since the government declared war on Germany. Once again, oddly enough, I found myself in the right place at the right time, in the capital on the 4th of August. Yet my first stop was to visit a group of women who were not commemorating the onset of war.


The Women's International League for Peace and Freedom (WILPF) held a rally opposite Holborn tube station, near the site of Kingsway Hall (no longer in existence), recreating a rally held exactly 100 years before, in which suffragists petitioned the government not to enter the war. Though their petitions were ignored then, the WILPF, founded by several of the women who organised the rally, now works with the UN on women's issues.


The women made the most of the opportunity to draw parallels with modern wars, urging the government to cease selling arms and pursue negotiation instead. It was an interesting way to begin the day - a reminder, while we are remembering the sacrifice that so many people made, that the best way to honour the deaths of millions is to ensure that no more have to die as they did.


My next stop was St James' Park, where an extraordinary exhibition by photojournalist Michael St Maur Sheil displayed photos of WWI battlefields as they are today - beautiful, quiet places. Well worth a visit and the exhibition is open until the 11th of November (Remembrance Day).


On the Mall next to the park I stumbled upon the parade which had taken place earlier that morning, made up of Chelsea Pensioners and cars that would have been on the roads at the time that war was declared, parked up by the side of the road. Talking to a kid, one pensioner patted his red coat and called himself Father Christmas. "Thirty-eight years in the army. This is what I've got."

At 10pm lights went out across London. Though it wasn't a total blackout for safety's sake, it was still an impressive sight when the Houses of Parliament, Big Ben and Tower Bridge were plunged into darkness.

Tuesday, 15 July 2014

Summer in the City: YALC

[I'd better start with a disclaimer that this is NOT strictly travel unless travelling back to your birth city (hooray... Croydon) and staying with your relatives there almost indefinitely and for no purpose, allowing them to cook your meals and 'looking for a job' while walking out of unpromising job interviews can be considered adventurous.]

Last Thursday I stumbled upon something amazing. @carlybennett had tweeted about her excitement for @yalc_uk. Intriguing. I clicked the mysterious link. And I discovered the UK's first Young Adult Literature Convention was taking place that very weekend, within London's star-studded Film and Comic Con. Alas! Tickets were sold out. But lo! Tickets were to be sold on the door.

Excuse poor photography
Startled to find myself inexplicably in the right place at the right time(!) I rocked up to Earls Court Two at 7.45am and discovered that I was very, very far behind my forward-thinking peers. But once the longest queue I have ever stood in got moving, I was in the door within half an hour, and snapping up tickets to the panels I wanted to attend at the YALC counter.


Over the weekend I attended panels featuring all sorts of literary stars - Patrick Ness, Marcus Sedgwick, Sally Green, Meg Rosoff - but my favourite among them all was 'I'm too sexy for this book', chaired by James Dawson (all hail the Queen of Teen), featuring Cat Clarke, Non Pratt and Beth Reekles. Very innuendo, so laughter. My good friend Jess of the Copenhagen adventure had the time of her life. So did I.

I also entered the ballot for many workshops, of which Lucy Christopher's 'Writing Wild Settings' and Catherine Johnson's 'Writing Historical Fiction' were outstanding. Almost as outstanding as my moment of eye contact with Anthony Head:


Other stars spotted included Lena Headey, Summer Glau and Jason Mewes. I also stood in close proximity to David Wenham while he signed his soul over to Jess. And Karen of the Skyrian adventures was there but we hadn't told each other we were going and it was a very bittersweet and heartbreaking near-miss when I found out later she had been there.

A pretty amazing weekend to start off an unexpected summer in London.