According to '72 Seasons' we are now entering The Nightingale Sings. For me, it's been Friends Pop Up, or maybe The Knees Refuse.
I went to a 4 quick little talks at the magnificent Fitzrovia Chapel. It was, basically, a Woods Bagot internal meeting but they were kind enough to make it public and it popped up on the chapel's twitter feed, so I went. One of the talks was about 'the Maker movement' and referenced Newspaper Club. It was a proper little thrill to see them pop up on the screen. Made me realise how much I miss them.
And we played 5-a-side the other night. On a newly-laid bit of astroturf near Warren Street. It's fantastic to be playing there, right in the middle of the city, in the shadow of the BT Tower. My ageing knees are not actually up to it but I loved it. Running around, teenagers versus grown-ups, a bit of inter-generational football banter. (Though as one of our party pointed out the teenage football banter is incredibly densely-packed, short bursts of impenetrable meta-reference. I couldn't get most of it, though I assume they were patronising me.)
It seems vaguely ridiculous to suggest that Fitzrovia is 'gentrifying' but it is. The investment money is pouring into property and squeezing out the older little communities, so it's nice when you see stuff going on at the chapel and local kids playing on the 5-a-side.