December 9th - Day 235

This afternoon the school had an Infants' Music Assembly, for which Daisy and her nursery colleagues were invited to sing and hit things. At half past twelve, however, came the news that Daisy had pulled out of the show, citing as her reasons tiredness and a desire to go to the soft-play centre. So I was left with the dilemma of whether or not to attend a school concert that neither of my children were participating in. I decided against and headed up town not quite sure what I was going to see and with an hour once I was up there in which to find it.

I found Mr Fogg. He was in The Fogg Shop, a Brigadoon-esque establishment that exists only for four days (it disappears after Saturday). This is what Time Out said, "Second day in the four-day life of this highly particular, pop-up shop, which sees Oxford's intelligent, indie-pop electronicist Mr Fogg run through his live paces until the last punter/customer leaves". He was joined by a trombonist and a harpist.

Inside The Fogg Shop...

And outside The Fogg Shop...

And here's some more musicians I encountered during a highly productive hour...top photo is a very good banjo-player I've passed before, underneath Waterloo Station. Haven't yet discovered his name. At the bottom are two enthusiastic charity workers tirelessly singing "We wish you a merry Christmas...from the bottom of our hearts!" outside Leicester Square tube. They're a bit blurry in the photo and there's a bin in the way, but I like the guy smiling.

More about Mr Fogg (and videos from inside The Fogg Shop) at mrfogg.co.uk