Once upon a time gin was considered the top tipple of only maiden aunts and tottering grandmothers. It’s undergone a bit of a revival though, and now it seems that every other bar in London is serving up gin cocktails in teacups and jam jars and all sorts of twee-ass vessels. I’m not complaining though; […]
Who would have thought that a station’s drippy underbelly would ever become the home of London’s largest and best-loved food market? Stuffed to the rafters with the assorted wares of the motley gaggle of traders, the place is a kaleidoscope of nature’s bounty, filled with fresh produce, cheeses the size of wagon wheels and meat from […]
My friend Maxine and I are huge make-up fans. Between us we own enough to start a shop, and our thirteen-year friendship has been built – at least in part – on a mutual love of slap. She lives in the arse end of beyond (Swindon), so as soon as she booked her train ticket […]
Walk in to any one of Paul A. Young’s caves of confectionary delights and you’ll be immediately overcome by the powerful aroma of deepest, darkest chocolate. Platters of individual mouthfuls are piled high in displays that would make Bruce Bogtrotter jizz in his pants, and an expensive hush blankets the room.
“So do you get many girls in your classes?” I asked the receptionist of the London Fight Factory over the phone. “Er, a few,” she said shiftily, “but definitely come along, everyone is welcome.”
In London, where you must cough up £25 upfront before riding a very slow Ferris wheel or a very high elevator, a pay-what-you-want walking tour is a rare and unusual thing. Obviously, though, you’ll be in for some dark looks and bad karma if you do turn up and leave without handing over at least […]
The Old Operating Theatre Museum is a restored garret hidden away just up Borough High Street. You can only get at it by climbing three flights of mental-steep spiral stairs, which means that – ironically – the oldest operating theatre in Europe can only be reached by the able-bodied, but once up there there’s a […]