I first came across John Kennedy’s brilliant Bollards of London blog shortly after he started it two years ago, when I idly googled ‘London bollards’ one evening (that is the sort of thing I do).
I’ve been fascinated by bollards for years, ever since I pretended to be an art cinema-loving ponce and went to see Ben Hopkins’ weird London demi-classic The Nine Lives Of Tomas Katz at the ICA and was transfixed by a montage scene involving talking bollards.
Many years later I sent M@ from Londonist on a quest to locate London’s top ten bollards, but John has taken this to the extreme and now has over 100 London bollards on his site.
Bollards are great. They are everywhere and they are all different. Here are two I snapped last week, located within metres of each other in Wapping but very different.
This one is fat, old and very rusty.
This one is new, shiny and very, very short. It barely comes up to my knees and nobody would ever describe me as a giant.
Amazing eh? If you agree, check out John’s site, where he will shortly be presenting my top three London bollards from his collection.
Can you contain yourselves?
The Great Wen 