Caught in an eternal summer, Londres swirls around and around and me with it. To the South Bank on Friday for free music and conversation, the best brutalist building in Londres our backdrop. Then a Saturday of drinking and eating, walking in the sun down a long strip of breweries in arches. The class connotations of these breweries are fascinating, some presenting themselves as very everyday, others attempting to be an elite product with nostalgic undertones. In reality most of them are out of the price range of those who live beside the arches.
Being busy is enjoyable, can be a break from thinking and feeling too much – the type of thinking above is removed from yourself, it costs very little. So I know the period of busyness will come to an end, and it will be time to think and feel more. In the meantime, Londres has infinite distractions.
There is a question of whether it dents the enjoyment of some pleasures to realise they are beyond the reach of many people. I was saying to the Maltese Coder the other day that it feels like people from moneyed backgrounds now set up bakeries and breweries almost as hobbies, the risk very low since their lives will be fine if the business fails. In the 60s and 70s they might have set up record labels, or perhaps hippy fashion labels. The new version feels more purely consumptive, and has no new radical view of the world attached to it. It doesn’t feel like an improvement, but the beer is very good.