When I moved to London, like most newcomers I was afraid of buses (there were too many/it seemed too complicated) so I took the tube, even when it was entirely counter-intuitive to do so. The tube is fine, it is what it is. Simple maths tells us that when more people than can humanely fit into a space attempt nonetheless to fit into that space, unpleasantness is inevitable. Its just an unpleasant thing that we sometimes have to deal with, like going home at Christmas.
Is your Olympics buzz petering out into a damp sizzle? Concerned about the legacy of the Games? Sick of another sweaty armpit in your face on the tube? If you answered yes to any of those questions then salvation is at hand. Mo Farah, that’s good news, I hear you cry!
London is blessed with many large and beautiful urban parks, and city dwellers are spoilt for choice for a Sunday stroll. But a slightly more intriguing, (albeit morbid) option is one of London’s Magnificent Seven. No, not an Enid Blyton novel, but one of London’s Victorian cemeteries – ivy-clad, tumbling mazes of fallen angels and broken tomb-stones.
Ever seen a man skateboarding in an orange peel? Ever roused a topless blonde taking a nap inside a vodka bottle? Ever walked past a food stall, selling hot dogs made of rats’ droppings? If you can answer “yes” to these questions, then don’t worry. You’re not cracking under the pressure of the busy city life and subsequently hallucinating. You haven’t had anything dodgy slipped into your drink from the night before. Chances are, you’ve stumbled upon a Slinkachu.
Naturally there’s been a lot of hype surrounding the 23rd James Bond film, Skyfall, which was released on 26th October. A considerable section of the film was shot in London, and if you’ve seen it you may have noticed that one of the key scenes takes place in Temple underground station. Did you notice, however, that the tube station in the shots isn’t actually Temple? Well we’re massive tube geeks. So we did notice…