Incognito

London blogger meetup

Sometimes for various reasons the best photo may be the one that conveys the least information. I believe this is the only digital artifact from a May 12 get-together of six bloggers at a London pub which can be shared without upsetting any of the parties involved. I regret that I didn’t also snap a picture of my meal — a fish species whose preparation is a specialty at the pub in question. I was able to remove most of the skeleton intact, and I think that, too, could been shared here for the partial edification of Via Negativa readers. However, at an earlier convocation at another location with just two other bloggers, I did have the presence of mind to photograph the dessert, consumption of which appeared to be something of a hazing ritual for non-native visitors.

bread pudding

Another evening, three of us quaffed beers on a floating pub anchored on the Thames, and at a certain point we all turned and snapped pictures of the lights on the water.

Thames at evening

During a walk on Hampstead Heath, I asked my friend to pose with an especially massive oak tree, just to give a sense of scale.

hugging an English oak, Hampstead Heath

It may seem odd that practitioners of a craft that practically requires shamelessness should be so wary of public exposure, but people have their reasons: everything from simple shyness to an instinct for self-preservation.

shy statue

One thinks of a certain north-England blogger, for example, who, despite blogging under a pseudonym and saying nothing very incriminating, still lost her job when an insecure co-worker tracked down her blog.

Of course, some of us just don’t give a damn — as long as we are wearing some cool shades.

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  1. Dave, Luisa,

    I have come across a couple of books I think you willfind most interesting:
    “Flowers inShadow” – A Photographer Rediscovers a Victorian Botanical Journal” by Zeva Oelbaum (Rizzoli Press)
    and
    “JOE” by Hiroshi Sugimoto and Johnathan Safran Foer (Pulitzer Foundation for the Arts – Prestel)

    trish

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  2. Dave, terrific pictures! Don’t remember your taking any at lunch at The Junction but this one was definitely worth snapping. The dish you had was grilled sea-bass, I think.
    That dessert is bread & butter pudding, isn’t it? Delicious!
    Shame about some of us being so camera-shy but I doubt that there’s a cure for it.

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    1. It was absolutely not “sea bass” — I refuse to eat that for environmental reasons. I’m blocking on the name of the fish.

      The bread-and-butter pudding wasn’t bad, although it was a little gross when the pourable custard started to congeal.

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      1. It was a mackerel, I believe. Fresh, not smoked.

        The skin (aka congealed part) is the best bit of custard. Yummmm.

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        1. Ah yes, a mackerel. And now the two most camera-shy participants have outed themselves (and the name of the pub). But I guess we can leave it to people’s imaginations whose hands are whose in the photos.

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    1. No, this was one of those pubs with fairly ordinary food but incredibly recondite menu descriptions that led us to believe everything was exotic and gourmet.

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  3. The best bread & butter pudding is the one sold by Marks & Spencers, in my opinion. I didn’t know you were supposed to eat custard with b&bp? Ugh! I like it on its own.

    The hands? Well, there are only two hands showing but there were six of us so that makes twelve hands….erm, what am I getting at?

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  4. I’m upset. My hand looks much redder than it really is. And there’s not enough beer in my glass.

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  5. The bread and butter pudding is pretty good, actually, but was clearly wasted on Dave (Sigh. Losing weight. Avoiding puddings).

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  6. Well warned, though a bit late, about the dangers of blogging. It distresses me that I can’t say whatever I damn well please, but it appears not.

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