Practice Management

The London Stone: 111 Cannon Street

By Dan Hull

After finishing up at Stanford last year, Holden Oliver had a few drinks and ran amok in Legal London. Then he got dressed up like an early 20th century bobby for no reason at all. Here he poses before the mysterious London Stone on Cannon Street.

Finding the Stone is not hard:

You head east, down Fleet Street, past Dr. Johnson's house, past St. Paul's a block north, staying on Fleet Street (not Lane) which becomes Ludgate Hill (past intersection with Old Bailey), which becomes Cannon Street, to 111 Cannon, across from the tube station. You'll miss It if you're not careful.

You may give an oath to It if you like. Make a wish. Maybe lay a curse on someone.

I have a thing about The London Stone--probably because I live much of the time in California in an "old" 22-year-old home. Back East (and even in the Midwest where I did most of my growing up), there's much older stuff, of course.

Sometimes in more civilized regions of America--generally on the east coast--a house, street or grave will date back to the 1600s. But it's nothing like you stumble upon at every turn at every moment in London. In America, out West, and very close to my home in California, you can see rock and cave paintings. In the American Midwest and South, there are mound-builder mounds and other antiquities.

But these don't cut it for me. I like old books, old homes, old anythings; however, they need to be the relics of my cruel, greedy, goofy-looking European ancestors.

(I am sorry. Do feel free to alert the Oberlin College faculty, and the BIA. Maybe Keith Olbermann's having a slow day.)

Full post as published by What About Clients? on March 05, 2010 (boomark / email).