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The Farm House, Mayfair’s Gothic Oddity In Mayfair, that district of polished limestone and quiet money, there stands a building that refuses to behave. At 22 Farm Street, a half-timbered fantasy squats between the restrained façades like a time-traveller who missed the memo on modernity. It’s called The Farm House — though there’s nothing agrarian about it except the faint whiff of myth clinging to its name.

The Farm House, Mayfair’s Gothic Oddity

In Mayfair, that district of polished limestone and quiet money, there stands a building that refuses to behave. At 22 Farm Street, a half-timbered fantasy squats between the restrained façades like a time-traveller who missed the memo on modernity. It’s…

A trip on the DLR at sunrise can be magical. #london #DLR #canarywharf #isleofdogs

The Halloween display at private members club Annabels in Berkeley Square Mayfair. #london #mayfair

London Hero: The Tube Worker Quietly Saving Lives Every day, millions of Londoners descend into the city’s underworld — that humming labyrinth of tunnels and timetables we call the Tube. For most of us, the journey is mundane: headphones in, Oyster tapped, brain switched off. But for a small, unseen number, it’s the final journey they ever plan to take. And standing between them and the tracks, quite literally, is one man: …

London Hero: The Tube Worker Quietly Saving Lives

Every day, millions of Londoners descend into the city’s underworld — that humming labyrinth of tunnels and timetables we call the Tube. For most of us, the journey is mundane: headphones in, Oyster tapped, brain switched off. But for a small,…

London Hero: The Tube Worker Quietly Saving Lives Every day, millions of Londoners descend into the city’s underworld — that humming labyrinth of tunnels and timetables we call the Tube. For most of us, the journey is mundane: headphones in, Oyster tapped, brain switched off. But for a small, unseen number, it’s the final journey they ever plan to take. And standing between them and the tracks, quite literally, is one man: …

London Hero: The Tube Worker Quietly Saving Lives

Every day, millions of Londoners descend into the city’s underworld — that humming labyrinth of tunnels and timetables we call the Tube. For most of us, the journey is mundane: headphones in, Oyster tapped, brain switched off. But for a small,…

Camden Passage Antiques Market Camden Passage might just be the place that redefines your relationship with clutter. Tucked away from the main hustle of Islington’s Upper Street, Camden Passage is one of those delightful little …

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Daytime shot of the Great Smog of 1952. Over 5 choking days some 4000 people were killed.

Too Much London: The Real Film Locations Behind Lena Dunham’s Netflix Drama London doesn’t just set the stage for Too Much — it steals scenes.In Lena Dunham and Luis Felber’s Netflix drama, the city is the third lead: chaotic, magnetic, and perpetually late to its own story. It hums in the background of every heartbreak and hangover, reminding us that living here is an act of endurance and devotion. This isn’t the cinematic London of tidy terraces and impossibly sunny mornings.

Too Much London: The Real Film Locations Behind Lena Dunham’s Netflix Drama

London doesn’t just set the stage for Too Much — it steals scenes.In Lena Dunham and Luis Felber’s Netflix drama, the city is the third lead: chaotic, magnetic, and perpetually late to its own story. It hums in the…

Park Royal: London’s Kitchen The West London area Park Royal is the city's kitchen — a place that clatters and steams long before the rest of the city wakes. It’s not a beauty spot or a brunch destination; it’s the vast backstage where the capital’s appetite is prepared. Every city needs somewhere to get its hands dirty. Park Royal is that place: sprawling across 1,200 acres, housing more than 1,200 businesses, and quietly feeding around a third of London’s population every day.

Park Royal: London’s Kitchen

The West London area Park Royal is the city's kitchen — a place that clatters and steams long before the rest of the city wakes. It’s not a beauty spot or a brunch destination; it’s the vast backstage where the capital’s appetite is prepared. Every city needs somewhere…

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Fined £150 for pouring coffee down a drain. Right or wrong?

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London’s Longstanding Love Affair with Oysters London, our ever-hungry metropolis, has always had a complicated relationship with its food—lustful one minute, disdainful the next, reinventing old flames and discarding others like last season’s gastro trend. But one affair has endured the centuries with surprising resilience and a salty sort of romance: our ongoing love of oysters. Yes, oysters. Slippery, sensual, and divisive as a dinner party guest with strong opinions on Brexit, they’ve gone from street food to high society and back again.

London’s Longstanding Love Affair with Oysters

London, our ever-hungry metropolis, has always had a complicated relationship with its food—lustful one minute, disdainful the next, reinventing old flames and discarding others like last season’s gastro trend. But one affair has endured the centuries…

Somers Town Tucked between the thundering arteries of King’s Cross, St Pancras, and Euston, Somers Town is a pocket of London that refuses to be rushed. It sits quietly in the shadow of rail lines and glass towers, a neighbourhood both compressed and resilient — a place where London’s grand transformations are always visible, yet never entirely victorious. This is not a district that shouts.

Somers Town

Tucked between the thundering arteries of King’s Cross, St Pancras, and Euston, Somers Town is a pocket of London that refuses to be rushed. It sits quietly in the shadow of rail lines and glass towers, a neighbourhood both compressed and resilient — a place where London’s grand…

The Henry Prince Estate, Earlsfield: Brick Arches and a Civic Dream That Endures Walk up Garratt Lane in Earlsfield, South London and the Henry Prince Estate doesn’t so much announce itself as stage an entrance. Those sweeping brick arches — white-banded, confident, timeless — rise like a civic overture. Built not for grandeur, but for grace. In 1938, when it opened as Wandsworth’s flagship housing estate, this was London’s municipal architecture at its most self-assured: practical, elegant, and quietly idealistic.

The Henry Prince Estate, Earlsfield: Brick Arches and a Civic Dream That Endures

Walk up Garratt Lane in Earlsfield, South London and the Henry Prince Estate doesn’t so much announce itself as stage an entrance. Those sweeping brick arches — white-banded, confident, timeless — rise like a civic…

Romford Dogs: London’s Last Great Chase If you take the Elizabeth Line far enough east, where London’s glassy confidence begins to fray into Essex pragmatism, you’ll find it: Romford Greyhound Stadium — a low-lit temple of grit and glory, still standing where so many others have fallen. Once the city was thick with dog tracks; now, Romford is the last one running within the M25. It’s not just a stadium.

Romford Dogs: London’s Last Great Chase

If you take the Elizabeth Line far enough east, where London’s glassy confidence begins to fray into Essex pragmatism, you’ll find it: Romford Greyhound Stadium — a low-lit temple of grit and glory, still standing where so many others have fallen. Once the…

Pharaoh’s Island: The Thames’ Most Curious Kingdom On a languid bend of the River Thames, nestled somewhere between Shepperton and Weybridge, lies a place that sounds like it belongs in a mummy’s memoir or a Bond villain’s holiday brochure:&n…

On a languid bend of the River Thames, nestled somewhere between Shepperton and Weybridge, lies a place that sounds like it belongs in a mummy’s memoir or a Bond villain’s holiday brochure: Pharaoh’s Island.

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Best Sunday Markets in London by Area There’s something sacred about a Sunday market. Maybe it’s the whiff of sourdough mingling with vintage corduroy. Maybe it’s the chance to drop £18 on a punnet of heritage tomatoes and pretend it’s self-care. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because London does them better than anywhere else — sprawling, chaotic, delicious, and occasionally scented like artisanal soap and mild despair.

Best Sunday Markets in London by Area

There’s something sacred about a Sunday market. Maybe it’s the whiff of sourdough mingling with vintage corduroy. Maybe it’s the chance to drop £18 on a punnet of heritage tomatoes and pretend it’s self-care. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because London does them…

Ha! Is that Underworld Rick?

Job Candidates Are Now Using AI Avatars in Interviews | The Freaky “Five minutes into the interview i realised my candidate wasn’t human” The story begins like any other routine hiring call — a recruiter joins a meeting to chat with a prospective AI engineer. Backgro...

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The Man Who Tastes the Tube Imagine riding the tube on your commute and tasting sausage and eggs at Tottenham Court Road, a sweet burst of dolly mixtures at Camden Town, or pea & ham soup at Green Park—all without a singl…

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The man who can "taste " the name of every tube station.

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Best Sunday Markets in London by Area There’s something sacred about a Sunday market. Maybe it’s the whiff of sourdough mingling with vintage corduroy. Maybe it’s the chance to drop £18 on a punnet of heritage tomatoes and pretend it’s self-care. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because London does them better than anywhere else — sprawling, chaotic, delicious, and occasionally scented like artisanal soap and mild despair.

Best Sunday Markets in London by Area

There’s something sacred about a Sunday market. Maybe it’s the whiff of sourdough mingling with vintage corduroy. Maybe it’s the chance to drop £18 on a punnet of heritage tomatoes and pretend it’s self-care. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because London does them…

Come on London, get drinking and save the economy!

Elizabeth “Madam” Cresswell: London’s Bawd Queen She slips through the misty alleys of London’s memory like a whispered scandal — Elizabeth Cresswell, known in her time as Madam Cresswell, courtesan-entrepreneur, political underworld broker, and lightning rod for moral outrage. To call her merely a “prostitute” is to flatten her into stereotype; she was something more dangerous, more ambitious: a woman who wielded vice as power. From Quiet Kent to London’s Underbelly…

Elizabeth “Madam” Cresswell: London’s Bawd Queen

She slips through the misty alleys of London’s memory like a whispered scandal — Elizabeth Cresswell, known in her time as Madam Cresswell, courtesan-entrepreneur, political underworld broker, and lightning rod for moral outrage. To call her merely…

The Canal Aqueduct Over the North Circular If you’ve ever navigated the automotive chaos of the North Circular Road (A406) in London, you might not expect to find a serene waterway serenely floating above the traffic. Yet, that’s exactly wh…

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You might not expect to find a serene waterway serenely floating above the traffic of the North Circular. Yet, that’s exactly what happens at the Stonebridge Park Aqueduct, where a branch of the Grand Union Canal crosses over this major road. #London #UKCanals

Thames Water removes 100-tonne fatberg from west London sewer Toxic mass chiselled out of Feltham pipes amid campaign to help stop people tipping harmful substances down drains A team of water engineers have spent a month blasting and chiselling a 100-tonne fatberg loose from under the streets of west London. The blockage consisting mainly of wet wipes glued together by congealed fat, oil and grease, was the equivalent in mass of eight doubledecker buses, stuck 10 metres below street level. Continue reading...

Thames Water removes 100-tonne fatberg from west London sewer

Pharaoh’s Island: The Thames’ Most Curious Kingdom On a languid bend of the River Thames, nestled somewhere between Shepperton and Weybridge, lies a place that sounds like it belongs in a mummy’s memoir or a Bond villain’s holiday brochure:&n…

On a languid bend of the River Thames, nestled somewhere between Shepperton and Weybridge, lies a place that sounds like it belongs in a mummy’s memoir or a Bond villain’s holiday brochure: Pharaoh’s Island.

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Grosvenor Square, Mayfair Once the preserve of powdered wigs and whispered diplomacy, Grosvenor Square is now where memory, money, and manicured hedges jostle for elbow room. Located in the heart of Mayfair, this iconic London square has reinvented itself more times than Madonna—and somehow still manages to look good in Georgian. From Fields to Facades Back in the 1720s, Grosvenor Square was nothing more than a pastoral blank canvas.

Grosvenor Square, Mayfair

Once the preserve of powdered wigs and whispered diplomacy, Grosvenor Square is now where memory, money, and manicured hedges jostle for elbow room. Located in the heart of Mayfair, this iconic London square has reinvented itself more times than Madonna—and somehow still…

Newgate Prison: The Ghost Beneath the Old Bailey Walk long enough through the City of London and you’ll pass ghosts disguised as office blocks. Beneath the glass and granite of the Old Bailey once stood Newgate Prison — a place so cruel it could curdle the Thames. Here, justice was a spectacle, faith a currency, and the air thick with the breath of the condemned. Every brick seemed to whisper a question London still can’t quite answer: who deserves punishment, and who simply can’t pay to avoid it?

Newgate Prison: The Ghost Beneath the Old Bailey

Walk long enough through the City of London and you’ll pass ghosts disguised as office blocks. Beneath the glass and granite of the Old Bailey once stood Newgate Prison — a place so cruel it could curdle the Thames. Here, justice was a spectacle,…