Lavatorial

Some complaining about wheelie bins or rather people who complain about having them. Last time I blogged about my rubbish collection I got a lovely letter from my local councillor, but still no bins alas.

Linked by the magnificent line (in context) 'best bogs in fucking England', here's the first and impressively gonzo-intellectual review of the New Book in 3:AM Magazine. Also, on the updated and much nicer Verso website, you can add to a so-far not filled in list of Changes You Can See.

I will also be either attempting to save the now never-to-be-listed Hayward Gallery/Queen Elizabeth Hall from Allies and Morrison, leading an audience into rebuilding the 1951 'People's Detailing' version of the Royal Festival Hall or merely giving a talk about said New Book at the South Bank on the 22nd November.

Finally, fans of Lester Freamon ('shit, he's worse than a drug dealer, he's a property developer') will be delighted by this Red Riding-like dispatch from Castle Urban Splash in the south of France, in the Salford Star.