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Hotel Piccadilly Set in Fresno, 13 km from Fresno Convention Center, Hotel Piccadilly offers accommodation with a fitness centre, free private parking, a garden and a restaurant. With free WiFi, this 3-star hotel offers a 24-hour front desk. Guests can have a drink at the bar. The units come with a flat-screen TV with satellite channels, fridge, a coffee machine, a bath or shower, a hairdryer and a desk. At the hotel all rooms are equipped with a private bathroom. Hotel Piccadilly offers a buffet or continental breakfast. Selland Arena is 14 km from the accommodation, while Island Waterpark is 6.7 km away. The nearest airport is Fresno Yosemite International Airport, 11 km from Hotel Piccadilly.
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With the Queen Mary having her soft reopening last week, that means the Ship Exploration series is back! We’ll start off by taking a look at Piccadilly Circus, which has just had the floors redone and some new lighting installed. It’s looking great!
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Instagram-worthy Photos With Your Favourite Stars | London’s Madame Tussauds
London has many unique and jaw dropping icons like Tower Bridge, The Gherkin and The London Dungeons just to name a few.
But few have seen the sheer and staggering success that Madame Tussauds has experienced, not just in London but across the globe. Get up close and personal with incredibly lifelike depictions of the world’s most famous celebrities and icons.
Make the most of your next trip to London by taking full advantage of one of the best discount hotels in West End London, The Piccadilly London West End Hotel. You’ll have full use of the amazing Piccadilly West End Hotel Spa and be perfectly situated to explore this amazing city, and the likes of Madame Tussauds amazing collection.
Now let’s take a look at everything you need to know before visiting Madame Tussauds.
A Quick History
Waxwork museums are amongst the strangest attractions to have gained popularity over the last few decades, and none are as popular as Madame Tussauds.
The original museum was opened in 1835 by Marie Tussaude on Baker Street in London, using a combination of her father's wax sculptures, and her own. It was an instant success and has since been turned into one of the world’s most successful franchises.
Their museums actually span the breadth of Europe, the Americas, Asia and Oceana!
The London museum alone is said to attract around 3 million visitors per year, and pretty much all of them leave with only good things to say.
The Best Time to Visit
As you can probably imagine, it gets pretty busy.
July and August are the busiest times to visit, and pretty much any weekend of the year you’ll find the place pretty packed.
If you’re looking for a quieter visit then try midweek in a quiet month of the year.
Entrance Fees
The ticket prices are set throughout the seasons and there is a small discount for booking online. They are currently listed as starting at £33.50 for entry.
There are plenty of ticket types including multi-attraction tickets, and things like the London Pass which allows you entry into a certain number of attractions in a set amount of days.
There will also be certain exhibitions that require an extra ticket, and you can book group and family tickets for further discounts.
Getting There
Madame Tussauds is located at the southernmost tip of Regent’s Park on Marylebone Road. It’s extremely central so can be tied in with visits to other attractions in the city with relative ease.
If you are catching the tube as most people probably will be, then you want to be aiming for Baker Street Station. From here you’ll find yourself with less than a five minute walk to the museum.
From your gorgeous room at The Piccadilly London West End Hotel you’re an easy 10 minute drive door to door, or a delightful 20 minute walk through one of the most beautiful parts of the city. Failing that a quick jaunt on the Bakerloo Line will bring you right into Baker Street Station.
Madame Tussauds
So there you have it, a quick rundown of everything you need to know before you explore this incredible museum.
Make the most of your London West End stay package and snap some selfies with your favourite public figures!
#London West End stay package#Piccadilly London#Piccadilly West End Hotel Spa#The Piccadilly London West End#discount hotels in West End London
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Summer 2K22. Came Out of Retirement To Chop Life ☀️
#London#The Ned#Last Night In Paris#Hotel Soirée#Taurean Roye#Shay Biz#Piccadilly Circus#Adidas#Real Madrid#Magnum#Summer#35MM
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sorry, this was born out of a need to indulge myself
featuring: gaz, ballerina!reader, stalking, intrusive thoughts, delusion, mentioned SA and kidnapping
Kyle first spots you on the Piccadilly line in London's underground.
He's usually wary of public transport – would really rather walk the hour from Knightsbridge to Hammersmith than risk the inevitable unsavoury interaction bound to happen in an overcrowded tube – but it was late at night, he'd just spent his day sitting in a hotel lobby gathering intel for Price, and the idea of ducking down narrow streets in the blistering cold was the last thing he wanted coming to fruition. That's how he ended up in a (thankfully empty) train car anyway; hoodie up and hands stuffed deep into his pockets, thumb brushing over the handle of a switchblade.
He's focused on the shady character stretched across three seats adjacent to him when you happen to prance in. Perhaps prance isn't that accurate an account either, but it's hard to attribute much else to you when you're dressed like a character from one of his sister's childhood storybooks. Angelina ballerina, or something of the sorts – mismatched leg warmers, knitted bolero sleeving a black camisole, basketball shorts over nude-coloured tights, and dance booties that look like little puffer coats for your feet.
The duffel bag slung over your shoulder concerns him briefly – it's hard to look at carryalls the same after serving the military, he finds – but the tired look on your face pacifies any suspicions he might have of your intentions. Wouldn't be wise to execute an offensive when one of your operatives is weary, especially given they're the only agent in sight. Regardless, he's hit with a distinct trepidation that takes a while to name.
You slide past the figure he'd been observing early, hop over Kyle's boots as well, fingers clasped over your behind as if to protect yourself from any wandering hands. The feeling rippling in his chest worsens, yet it's only as you slot yourself onto a far-away seat is he able to recognise it.
You shouldn't be here this late. This isn't the place for you.
With your hair neatly pulled away from your face, he's given full reign to ogle at your darling features. Round cheeks. Hydrated lips. Pretty thing. His molars grind against each other. There are no doubt men on this train that'd want to take advantage of that. Press your mouth open with a thumb on your tongue, rub themselves raw just to see cum decorate your lashes and drip over your brow. Barrack talk, the type of shit he hears floating between his comrades-in-arms when missions drag a little too long. Perversion brought on by desperation.
The intercom dings, and the lady with the soothing voice announces their arrival to Hammersmith. His stop, yet the thought of getting off and abandoning you is enough to keep him stuck to his seat. His stomach upturns as possibilities occur to him like frames in a technicolor film; none pleasant, all ending with you tied up in the trunk of some random van. Some part of him recognises his paranoia, the ridiculousness in his attachment to a perfect stranger (which chides him in a voice eerily similar to Price's, all gruff vowels and whispered consonants), but it does not change the fact that when the doors open to his station, he does not move.
Yeah. He stays on so long as you do – which fortunately is not an extensive length of time. You collect your stuff one stop later, standing to wait at the door once the lady announces Acton Town. He doesn't get up until you're a few seconds out though, slipping through the closing panels of the entryway to follow a few paces behind your heel. Up the escalator and down the block.
The night air nips at his nose, chilling his knuckles so they creak if he curls them. Are your nipples knotted under your layers? Or would they need the help of his fingers to perk up? His throat stiffens. He shakes the thought from his head.
You make a turn. Kyle stops for a second, breathes in, before veering left behind you. Heading towards the west part of town, now. It's a good place to live, all things considered. Still, he wonders if you deadbolt your doors, if you keep yourself safe online. You seem smart, but there are people who won't rest until they get their way. People like the one's he deals with at work – amoral men with biceps that could crush your head. Rotten, horrible men who are only rotten and horrible to cope with the tasks assigned to them. Depraved enemies, depraved friends. Only difference between the two being which flag they fight for.
You throw a look over your shoulder, shoulders shrinking as you wrap your arms tighter across your chest. He looks around, seeking the threat you seem to be so put off by. Nothing but brick-and-mortar storefronts and flattened cigarette butts.
He's compelled by the urge to shush you, to scratch your back as he tells you that there's no need to worry. He'll walk you all the way home. Make sure you get nice and situated, listen for the tell-tale lock of your deadbolt, watch for the dimming of your light. He'll stay until you fall asleep, then walk back to where he came from, take the returning line to Hammersmith – so when he flops back down into his own bed, he'll be reassured by the knowledge that you're safe a mere 4 miles away.
Might take a shower before then, though. Your arse looks great when you're speed-walking like this, pronounced even behind the loose material of your basketball shorts. He hopes the image remains as vivid when he's attending to the heavy mass between his legs later.
Kyle halts right in his tracks.
What is he doing?
You're nearly running now, shrinking away from him at an exponential rate, and duck another corner when you look back to see that he's no longer in pursuit. Completely out of sight.
His Captain’s voice comes to life once more, echoing in the part of his brain he has yet to compartmentalise.
You draw the line wherever you need it, Sergeant.
#unedited and probably bad#tbh this is a character study poorly disguised as a fic#lmk if yall want a part 2 tho#kyle 'gaz' garrick x reader#gaz x reader#kyle 'gaz' garrick#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#gaz#x reader#x afab reader#call of duty#cod
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Hi! I love your recs so much! Thank you for all the work you put into them! I hope it is okay to request my own? I would love to see a list of your favorite humorous explicit fics starring our ineffable idiots. I prefer non AUs, but if you have an absolute masterpiece, I'll take it no matter what!
Only if you want to, of course! Thank you, again!!
hey, that's so sweet, thank you so much!! 💜
of course, here are some of my favourite non AU humorous explicit good omens fics:
[you can request more fic recs here.]
i made an excuse (you found another way) by orphan_account (1k)
“Angel, the restaurant’s right there.” It was. Crowley gestured to it with a definitive arm wave. The Ritz was at the corner of Piccadilly and Arlington, and they could see the hotel facade as they stepped out of the park. “We can walk there.”
“Let’s drive.”
Booty Call by emmagrant01 (2k)
“It’s called a ‘butt dial,’ Angel. A ‘booty call’ is something else.”
The Angel Line by FancyTrinkets (2k)
The one in which Aziraphale purchases and listens to a pornographic audiobook that just so happens to be narrated by Crowley.
Aziraphale cringed and covered his face. This was going to be awful, and also thrilling, and he wasn't sure what he ought to be feeling about it, but there was a definite sense of vicarious shame.
Just a Taste by summerofspock (3k)
See, it wasn’t so much the eating. It was the noises. It was the indecent look on Aziraphale’s face. It was the way he licked his fingers and wiggled in his seat.
Every little action felt specially created to undo Crowley.
And Aziraphale had no idea.
The Rake by CopperBeech (3k)
During the long estrangement of the 1800's, Aziraphale practiced a secret hobby – and it wasn’t the gavotte.
Crowley finds out in an unexpected way.
For a Good Time, Call by seashadows (3k)
Three rings. Four. Seven, and then “Hello?”
“Hello, sssssweetheart,” Crowley said. “How would you like my long, slithery tongue up your tight little –“
Then it hit him: he knew that voice.
Dear. Fucking. Satan.
(Sometime in the depths of the 1990s, Hell tasks Crowley with spreading lust. As usual, he makes as little effort as he can, but gets a heaven of a lot more than he bargained for.)
The One in Which Crowley Discovers Wanking by for_autumn_i_am (5k)
It began, like most memorable events in Crowley’s life did, with a bad decision; like most bad decisions, it involved poor impulse control and copious amounts of alcohol. The Antichrist had been born, and he put on lipstick and kitten heels to deal with it, but knew that the clock was ticking, and at times when time was slipping away, it helped to hold onto a bottle of gin.
Fine Dining by iamshame (13k)
"There was something else I was going to ask you," Aziraphale continued, unabashed. "Ah… How to put it?" He tapped his hand on his thigh for a moment, and then apparently found inspiration. "Ah! When you're…" Crowley made the mistake of making eye contact with him, and Aziraphale gave him another outrageous wink. "Dining out… What cutlery do you prefer to use?"
"I'm sorry?" Crowley said pleasantly, trying his best not to cause anything in the dining room to catch aflame in his frustration.
Aziraphale gave him a reproachful stare, as if Crowley were being very stupid. "When you're eating, Crowley. Do you favour the… The knife?" Aziraphale actually glanced conspicuously at his own crotch, and Crowley considered leaving the dining room via the nearest window. "Or the spoon?" Another raised eyebrow. "Or even, let's say, a fork?"
"What the fuck is the fork in this situation?" Crowley hissed through gritted teeth.
Aziraphale mentions that he'd like to have sex with Crowley. Crowley is completely taken-aback, and very conflicted, and very interested. Aziraphale is also trying to kill him by using elaborate food metaphors to explain the whole subject, which is not helping in the slightest.
Trial & error by fellshish (15k)
The Metatron brings in the demon Crowley to stand trial in Heaven. For tempting an angel. Uhhhh. Awkward.
Feast by Ashfae, mostlyjustgoose (15k)
Crowley's spent the whole of lockdown asleep. Aziraphale has spent the whole of lockdown baking, cooking, and becoming increasingly frustrated with his solitude. Which eventually leads him to the perfect way to solve all his problems at once…
Or, Aziraphale attempts to seduce Crowley with a truly excellent meal, and Crowley is amenable.
One Night In Bangor (And the World's Your Oyster) by Atalan (17k)
"All right, I know I'm going to regret asking this," Aziraphale says. "What exactly does this wager entail?"
Crowley grins like the cat that not only got the cream but has absconded with the entire cow. He grabs the bottle and swigs straight from it despite Aziraphale's tut of disapproval.
"The pot goes to whichever demon can get an angel into bed by the end of the evening."
AKA The Fic That Tumblr Made Me Write. Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it.
Ideal Partner by summerofspock (17k)
“Would you like to explain why you’re watching pornography? In your bookshop? During business hours?”
Aziraphale flaps his hand, typically dismissive of any criticisms of his abysmal business practices. “Did you know I’ve been on this earth for nearly 6 millennia and have never engaged in intercourse before?”
Crowley grinds his teeth and feels his cheeks heat. What is he supposed to say to that?
Anything for Science by Magnolia822 (20k)
Aziraphale decides he wants to make an Effort, so he watches a lot of porn for science. And when he asks for help with more hands-on experimentation, Crowley is only more than happy to oblige.
The Loophole, or, How to Convince a Demon God Exists in Three Easy Steps by fellshish (24k)
Ah, yes. Being an Archangel is going splendidly. Aziraphale accidentally erases God from the Book of Life.
32 Questions That Lead To Love by ffonippop (32k)
”First formulated in 1997, [32] questions to fall in love is a study by psychologist Dr. Arthur Aron which took place at Stony Brook University, New York. The aim? Speeding up the creation of intimacy between two strangers.”
The Cosmopolitan
Okay, fine.
Crowley was 32-Questions-That-Lead-To-Love-ing Aziraphale. Sue him.
He had no expectations, all right? Just, an innocent curiosity.
The Grindr Logo Doesn't Even Have a 'G' In It by indieninja92 (79k)
After the Apocalypse, Aziraphale ventures into a new space in the gay milieu - Grindr. There he starts talking to a charming young man who certainly doesn't bear any resemblance at all to a certain long streak of demon, not one bit, no thank you.
Meanwhile, Aziraphale and Crowley navigate their friendship after the world failed to end. There is much drinking and silliness, but could it be that there are other feelings lurking underneath?? Of course there are, this is fanfic.
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#seriously fic rec requests are always welcome!!#good omens#good omens fic rec#good omens fanfiction#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#aziracrow fanfic#crowley x aziraphale#foolish recs#go fic masterpost
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Re: Tallulah Bankhead: who was from Huntsville, AL, and as a queer woman living a bit further south of there, I cherish that: She did go around saying "I'm a lesbian. What do you do?" However, she had affairs/relationships with both women and men, which I mention only because "Bankhead never publicly used the term 'bisexual' to describe herself, preferring to use the term 'ambisextrous' instead," and I will not let humor like that be lost to history. Whatever she said about herself at any given time is valid and I'm not here to quibble about that; I'm here to point out that she said things like,
One afternoon in early 1934, Bankhead's friend David Herbert called at her suite at the Hotel Splendide in Piccadilly, only to be informed by her maid that "Miss Bankhead is in the bath with Mr Rex Whistler". Hearing Herbert's voice down the hall, Bankhead reportedly shouted, "I'm just trying to show Rex I'm definitely a blonde!"
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As to the tall, curly-haired man, I suppose it was the one who was with me at the last Pop.
Brace yourselves, I'm about to provide way too much detail on literally one word of this entry.
A "Pop" was a popular classical music concert; specifically, part of a series held at St James's Hall. I suppose the word "Pop" might have been used by other places? But the concert series at St James's Hall was very well known and well established, so I think it's fair to assume that's what Lucy is referring to.
St James's Hall was located between Regent St and Piccadilly where the Dilly Hotel now stands. It opened in 1858 and was demolished in 1905.
The first two images are sketches of the hall when it opened in 1858; the final image is a photo from 1885. You'll notice that it's next door to the Aerated Bread Company; here's their menu.
Apparently the interior is in the style of the Alhambra, but it's a bit hard to tell.
Pops were chamber concerts, held on Monday evenings and Saturday afternoons. Tickets started at a shilling each (source, p139), which was affordable for anyone on a middle-class salary (it's about a week's coal bill for a poor family). I'd assume Lucy and Arthur paid more for better seats.
At the Pop reviewed by Werner's magazine in 1893, the programme was:
Schubert, String Quartet in A minor, op. 29
Brahms... I have no idea what the convention is when there are slurs in the titles of classical music? Let's call them Brahms' folk songs, op. 103
Beethoven, Sonata in C minor, op 111
Schumann, Quartet in F flat, op. 47
Henschel, Five Quarters, op. 51
A less detailed review in the Athenaeum (here, p477) suggests that this was a reasonably typical programme.
I had assumed that a Pop would be all crowd-pleasers, given the name and pricing, but I asked a musician friend for his thoughts (since I'm not qualified to judge) and he says it's not; the programme above is highbrow and relatively abstruse, and it was performed by notable musicians.
I don't know how much this actually tells us about Lucy and Arthur's taste in music. But since we don't have much else to go on, I'm going to headcanon it as a genuine enthusiasm that they share.
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Martin Allen was a 15-year-old boy living in Kensington, London. He had grown up in a council flat before his father was employed as a chauffeur to the Australian High Commissioner. This new career meant that the young family could move to a cottage in the grounds of the Australian High Commission in the prosperous Kensington area.
It was the 5th of November, 1979, and Martin was travelling home from Central Foundation Grammar School on the London Underground. The last time anybody saw Martin was at King’s Cross station at around 3:50PM when he said goodbye to one of his school friends. Afterwards, he walked into the short tunneled passageway that leads to the west-bound Piccadilly Line train that would take him towards his home. Some reports would later say Martin’s brother saw him at home at around 5PM before he headed straight back out.
What’s known, however, is that Martin disappeared at some point during this day.
Within days of his disappearance, the police launched a major enquiry. A witness came forward to say that they had seen a suspicious man accompanying a boy that looked like Martin at the Gloucester Road underground station at around 4:15PM. The witness said that the man had his arm around the teenage boy who appeared to be distressed.
Afterwards, he saw the two board a West-bound train at the tube station despite the fact this station was the one closest to Martin’s home. He described the strange man as around 6 feet tall, in his 30s, well built and wearing a denim jacket. The witness heard the man tell the boy: “Don’t try to run.” Following the witness coming forward, an investigation found five other witnesses who saw the blonde man and boy.
Despite an exhaustive search, the man was never identified.
Early on in the investigation, Martin’s brother alleged that the detective told his family that there were “high-up people involved” in his disappearance and that they should stop looking for Martin and “not take it further because someone will get hurt.” Over the years, theories have abounded.
In 1998, police found a shrine to Martin in the house of an alleged pedophile who had a headstone engraved “In Memory of Martin Allen.” No evidence could tie him to the disappearance, however. At one point, police questioned serial killer Dennis Nilsen but again, no evidence could link him to the disappearance. There was even some speculation that Martin was abducted and murdered by a local pedophile ring, operating out of a local hotel.
To this date, the whereabouts of Martin Allen remains a mystery. Both his parents have passed away without knowing what happened to their son.
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The three were particular [about their food] though, as Margo soon learned. Ringo liked 'soldiers', that is toasted bread cut in parallel strips with the crusts cut off. He wanted to dunk each 'soldier' in whatever liquid was at hand. George would only drink Earl Grey tea, bought specially for him from Jackson's of Piccadilly. As if this wasn't enough, the tea bag had to be dunked an exact number of times and the amount of sugar varied from one, one and a half, one and three-quarters to two teaspoons depending on his mood.
John was into 'jam butties' by the hundreds. (Years later, Margo went to New York to see Elton John's concert there. She had not seen Lennon in a couple of years, not since his move to New York. As she was registering at the hotel, she heard a voice yell "Jam butties and a cup of tea!" She turned around to see John. He never forgot England.)
All three rarely had anything for lunch except omelettes and chips. Margo was a very good cook and these delicacies were well below her capabilities. Penny occasionally did a fancy souffle or quiche to try to impress them. They would eat it politely and tell Penny it was marvellous. But when Margo appeared with their cups of tea, one of them would whisper "Could you bring me some chips, Margo. I only got a side salad with that cheesy thing at lunch. I'm still hungry."
Waiting for the Beatles: An Apple Scruff's Story, Carol Bedford (1984)
#ringo starr#john lennon#george harrison#apple scruffs#the beatles#lol my tea advent calendar has earl grey today........
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“Sonya O'Shea wears a Lucca lamb stole over a green satin strapless evening dress as she views the lights of Piccadilly Circus from a balcony at the Criterion Hotel in London in November 1950.”
Photographed by Russell Westwood.
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Everything You need to Know About London's Bridges
Walking along London's Thames, you will encounter one or more of its iconic and historical bridges. Each bridge along London's famous river has its fascinating history and fun facts, from East to West. Our guide to London bridges gives you a glimpse into the city's history. Here is everything you need to know about London's bridges. While exploring all the iconic sightseeing spots, make sure to end your British experience by sampling this Indian Afternoon Tea London.
London Bridge
Often mistaken for the ostentatious Tower Bridge, London Bridge is the namesake of the somewhat dark children's nursery song. Since the Romans built it hundreds of years ago, it has undergone numerous renovations. Despite its active status, it offers beautiful views of the Thames and is a popular crossing for cars and pedestrians.
Millennium Bridge
Millennium Bridge is a sleek, modern suspension bridge for pedestrians best known for a scene in the Harry Potter movies. After a long renovation, the bridge was reopened without swaying, earning it the nickname 'Wobbly Bridge. Located on the south bank, it connects Shakespeare's Globe and Tate Modern, while on the north bank, it connects St. Paul's Cathedral. The Millennium Bridge is a fantastic addition to your sightseeing itinerary, particularly for those staying at Hotels Near Piccadilly Circus.
Tower Bridge
Travellers to London never miss out on the stunning marvel of British architecture and engineering that is Tower Bridge. The city of London built the bridge over 120 years ago to assist people in crossing the river without blocking water traffic. It spans over 244 metres. You might even be able to watch the bridge split in half so larger boats can pass between its towers without being impeded. A new exhibit detailing the bridge's history and stunning views of London have been added to the high-level walkways in recent years.
Westminster Bridge
If you're staying at one of the Luxury Hotels In West End London, you're more than likely to enjoy some of the best views of the impressive Westminster Bridge. The historic structure is the oldest surviving bridge in London and one of its busiest. It's located just beyond Westminster Abbey and the tube station. Designed to mimic the seats in the House of Commons, this is a great place to set up your camera if you are trying to capture iconic attractions like Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament.
Southwark Bridge
One of the quieter footbridges in London, Southwark Bridge allows you to stroll across the river comfortably. Despite its construction in 1819 to reduce congestion on London Bridge and Blackfriars Bridge, it did little to alleviate congestion but remains one of the best places to see the sights of the Thames. The bridge is visible from some of the Discount Hotels In West End.
Other bridges in London
● Blackfriars Bridge
● Vauxhall Bridge
● Chelsea Bridge
● Waterloo Bridge
● Hammersmith Bridge
● Hungerford Bridge and Golden Jubilee Bridges
● Lambeth Bridge
● Albert Bridge
● Wandsworth Bridge
● Putney Bridge
● Kew Bridge
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Man Walking by the Ritz Hotel on Piccadilly, London, Photo by Ernst Haas, 1950s
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Ernst Haas. A man walking by the Ritz Hotel on Piccadilly, London, 1950s
#ernst haas#black and white#photography#vintage#street photography#art#history#vintage photography#black and white photography#1950s
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from The Beatles Book Monthly, No 23, June 1965.
JOHN: This month, Beatle People, I would like to give you an unbiased lecture about a truly sensational new book to be published, price ten and sixpence, on 24th June by Jonathan Cape, who are very good publishers as everybody knows.
PAUL: Hey! Wait a minute. He said an informal conversation not a flippin' commercial. We're both supposed to discuss things. Like the film frinstance.
JOHN: You discuss the film, frinstance, and I'll discuss this book. It's called "A Spaniard In The Works", folks, and it would be cheap at half the price.
PAUL: Don't you mean twice the price?
JOHN: You see, Beatle People, my learned colleague agrees that it's worth twice the price. Printed throughout in two glorious colours. Brown and green. Printed on real paper too, Beatle People. You can't lose, can you?
PAUL: Don't forget what John says. 24th June. Jonathan Cape. Ten and six-pence. "A Spaniel In The Circs.”
JOHN: "A Spaniard In The Works." Good grief, you'll have a Rolling Stone rushing out a book called "A Spaniel In The Circs" and all my good work will be undone. I say again, sir, undone with a capital UN.
PAUL: As I was about to say before I was Beatled, we've finished filming "Help!". Actually the last scenes were done at Twickenham a couple of weeks back but we've been called into the studios several times since for overdubbing. That means, well, you know when you see an outdoor scene in a film and the actors are miles away from the camera. Well, they can't use microphones or you'd notice them growing out of bushes or sticking round the corner of buildings. So if there is any dialogue in scenes like this they have to put it on the soundtrack afterwards. That's called overdubbing.
JOHN: There is no overdubbing in “A Spaniard In The Works" folks. No cheating and miming like that. A Spaniard If The Works" is live, LIVE, L-I-V-E. All Live. The book was written indoors using only close-range microphones, typewriters, ciggie-packets and green and brown ballpoint pens for the drawings. Remember, folks, only "A Spaniard In The Works" comes to you completely free from skin-irritating overdub.
PAUL: In Nassau we had to keep out of the sun because the scenes we did out there come at the very end of “Help!" and it would look funny if we were all brown and tanned in the snow sequence which you see earlier on and then pale and unhealthy in the Bahamas bit. All sorts of odd people that you'll know play parts in "Help!". Roy Kinnear, Frankie Howerd. The Queen Mother was nearly in one scene—but that was unintentional. She was driving by the film location in Nassau on her way to the airport after touring Jamaica.
JOHN: Pity she didn't stop and join us.
PAUL: We had a fabulous time down on Salisbury Plain a couple of weeks
back. We did four days of location filming there with tanks and troops which were on loan from the Army. Bit chilly after Nassau with lots of rain showers and a cold wind but, without giving away any production secrets, I think the Salisbury scene is one of the funniest of the lot!
JOHN: Fun, fun, fun, with them chasing us, and us chasing them, and me chasing you and where's the tea Mal.
PAUL: One of the greatest free evenings we had during the making of the film was at Obertauern in the Austrian Alps. There isn't a great deal of night life but we made some of our own. It was the assistant director's birthday and we were at the Marietta Hotel. Dick Lester found an old piano in the hotel and we all had this gear sing-along session.
JOHN: It's a new craze. Yes, folks, it's all the rage. Have your own read-along session at home! A complete do-it-yourself read-along kit comes free inside every brown and green copy of "A Spaniard In The Works"
PAUL: There's not much more I can say about the film without giving away very hush-hush secrets about the story. There's going to be a Royal Premiere in London on 29th July. At the Pavilion in Piccadilly Circus where "A Hard Day's Night" opened last summer. Then the film will start going the rounds in August and there's a New York premiere a week later. We do a European tour in June but we'll be back home long before the premiere. All I can say is I hope everyone enjoys the film. In a lot of ways we're all sorry the production is finished 'cos we had a great time making it.
JOHN: Is that all you've got to say?
PAUL: Yes, I think so.
JOHN: Well, if you've quite finished, perhaps you don't mind me having a quick word with Beatle People about this book.
PAUL: Which book is that, John? it says on this ciggie paper you've just handed me.
JOHN: I don't like talking about it really. People will think l'm plugging.
PAUL: Ah, go on, John, nobody'll think that.
JOHN: No, I can't. I'm bashful.
PAUL: Please…
JOHN: All right. Read all about "The National Health Cow" and "Cassandle" (on different pages). Read all about “Silly Norman" and "Benjamin Distasteful" (both
in glowing green and beatle brown). These and fourteen other unbelievable fables before your very mouth in "A Spaniard In The Works”
PAUL: Aren't there drawings too, John? you asked me to say when you stopped the tape recorder just now.
JOHN: Yes, yes. Well, sort of. One of them (in brown and green which are very artistic colours and especially cheap to print, you see) is a full-page drawing of a fat budgie.
Beatle People will be interested to know that I ate nothing but SWILL, the new deodorant bird seed, for six weeks in order to get into the right mood to draw this particular picture.
PAUL: What happened?
JOHN: I fell asleep on my perch but the picture came out O.K. I drew it in two minutes flat. Flat on my face at the foot of he perch.
PAUL: And what is the title of this new book of yours, John?
JOHN: Oh, I'm so sorry. Didn't I mention it?…
#Beatles Book Monthly#The Beatles#I cannot deal with Paul explaining what overdubbing is#but John can...Oh yes he can#Happy times#1965#john lennon#paul mccartney#interviews
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