Tigger wanted to have her hair cut this evening, so when we reached Islington, she went to the barber’s and I went to wait for her at the Tinderbox, the coffee bar in the N1 Centre.
After our coffee break we walked out to Liverpool Road where the N1 Centre’s famous Angel Wings are spread over the entrance. They were designed by Wolfgang Buttress and installed by Wolfgang and Heron.
The square was decorated with nets of lights and the Wings were dressed all over with flashing bulbs. Clearly, as far as the N1 Centre management is concerned, Christmas is coming. The lights transformed the Wings as they tend to transform everything.
While I do not particularly like the Wings as a work of art, I have to admit that it is one of those objects, like the Angel of the North, which though not particularly prepossessing in themselves and even tending to the vulgar, somehow win a place in people’s affections and come to symbolize the place where they stand.
Could the founder of the original Angel Inn have had any idea that centuries later its name would be that of a whole district and its associated tube station? He could not, of course, for though the past is a book that we decipher with difficulty and never with complete accuracy, the future remains completely opaque until it becomes the present and immediately slides into history.