Tag: George Smiley

Searching for Smiley

Searching for Smiley

George Smiley no longer lived in No. 9. I knew it as soon as I saw the new door. Red. A come-hither hue so incongruent to, well, everything George is known to us to be. His abhorrence for attention. His diffident nature. Perhaps, if the goal was to hide in plain sight, a shouty red door would be the perfect blind for a tubby, clumsy, bespectacled man who would ordinarily merit no more than a passing glance. But…a red door would just be too much, I think.

Hampstead Heath

Hampstead Heath

* There isn’t really much I can say about Hampstead Heath except that it’s beautiful in an intentionally not-totally-tamed sort of way, and that, if I lived in London, I would probably come here a lot. Londoners are so lucky to have such a wealth 

Stalking George Smiley

Stalking George Smiley

* For the first time, I am utterly unprepared for a visa application. I have some idea of where I want to go but — aside from the one day I’ll be devoting to using my London Pass, probably on the same day I’m going to the Ceremony 

Let’s plan a trip to London!

Let’s plan a trip to London!

Because why not. Libre ang mangarap, we say in the Philippines. I’ve never really dreamed of going to London, but then again, I had never really dreamed of going to Paris, or Europe in general, and now all I do is dream of going back.