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.
Over the past five years, Londoners have grown accustomed to charting the upward rise of a whole host of new skyscrapers. Cranes and sprouting concrete cores have climbed ever higher on their progression towards completion, transforming the city skyline in the process.
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…
Shoreditch has in recent years been overshadowed by its near neighbours. But if you’re sick of Dalston and fancy an after work drink, an interesting place to take a date or a full blown night out, why not give Shoreditch another chance? This part of London is packed with pubs and bars, and still has an enviable offering for the urban explorer inside us who is striving to find something different and less over-subscribed.
I’m one of those people that becomes interested in certain sports for about a 3 to 4 week period immediately after that particular sport’s most prestigious tournament has been on TV. Awful isn’t it? Yes it is. After Wimbledon I love tennis, after the Ashes I love cricket, and after the Olympics I love everything except sailing which quite simply is not a spectator sport. At the moment, having just watched Europe win the Ryder Cup, I love golf (patriotism is marvellously fickle isn’t it? English one minute, British the next, and now European. All that’s left is for earth to take on another planet is some sort of sporting tournament).