If you’ve had a less than brilliant day at work, here’s where to go instead of going home, putting on The Bodyguard, and getting into bed. Although getting into bed does sound kind of good, to be fair.
I joined a Letter Writing club and found a really really nice little street round the back of Clerkenwell in the process.
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.