I’m getting pretty bored of the weird suggestions for things to do on London blogs. So here are some completely normal, average, achievable, nothing special and mostly free things that I like doing in my spare time to balance things out.
Exmouth Market doesn’t act like London.
There’s lots of places in this city that very much do act like London, like St. Paul’s, and the Southbank, Bloomsbury’s squares, the Barbican’s walls, and that stairway on the north side of Waterloo bridge that smells like piss.
But not Exmouth Market. It does the opposite. Here’s what makes it so great.
There are some very good looking places in London. They’re what makes London better than New York. They’re parks, and streets, and houses, and landmarks and buildings that are so inherently London they don’t so much catch your attention, as grab the eyeballs from your face and turn you around. These places refuse to give you […]
When was the last time you went to Bloomsbury?
Not for work. Not on your way to somewhere else. I mean: when did you last find yourself with not much on, and decide that the only way to save yourself from a swirling, brain dead hypnosis at the hands of Married At First Sight USA Series 3 would be the streets between Holborn and Kings Cross? It’s ok, you can admit it. You never have. It’s fine that you just glide past this bit of London without giving it a second thought, it’s fine that you’re not really that bothered because you’d rather just go somewhere else. It’s cool, I get it. You’re not bothered. But here’s why you should be.
Three years it took me.
Three years to get round to seeing the view from Europe’s highest building, which is two years and 363 days longer than it took everyone in London to turn “getting taken up the Shard” into a phrase you can no longer say out loud without someone finishing the sentence with “WHEYYYYY”.
But last Thursday night, I made it. I went. I took myself.