Earlier this year, I started hanging around Billingsgate, London’s wholesale fish market. I tell the fish merchants there that I’m trying to understand the whole process, of where the fish comes from and goes to, how it gets distributed, who’s selling what, and more generally what goes on at the market. It’s part of an…
What to wear? This is a fundamental question of piano-tuning. As a piano tuner you will be in other people’s beautiful homes, walking across their white carpets, working in their immaculate living rooms or studies. They expect you to be smart, but, on occasion, you need to rummage about in the filthiest of instruments to…
It is 1973 and I am standing in Ilford Station on a Sunday afternoon where the track used to be. I’m working as a navvy and according to my payslip I am a plate-layer. We’ve been here nearly twelve hours already and the job is nowhere near finished — we need to get the new…