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  • 40 Extremely Achievable Things To Do In London

    40 Extremely Achievable Things To Do In London

    Alright, here’s the problem.

    Most “things to do in London” lists on the internet are terrible.

    Have you seen them? The ones always recommending afternoon tea at the Wolseley and that you queue up with all the tourists to take a little spin on the London Eye?

    Guys. Come on.

    We’re in this beautiful, weird, stupid, expensive, ugly, graffitied, Victorian-terraced, high rise, opulent, ornate, Georgian, glass-fronted, gilded, domed, Roman-walled city. There’s a lot more to do here that doesn’t involve the going to the bloody London Dungeons. 

    Here are some completely normal, average, achievable, nothing special and mostly free things that are worth doing in your spare time. 

     

    1. Park yourself and your mates in Granary Square

    A little trot from Kings Cross Station is Granary Square, where there’s lot of seating (and shade if it’s summer and hot). The whole area is pretty decent – Coal Drops Yard has good shops, Granary Square has food, kids and dogs can faff about in the fountains. And if it starts raining, you can go see something immersive at Lightroom or get a negroni and eat a burrata to yourself at Caravan

    2. Make your way along Camden Passage up to the Camden Head

    Come out of Angel Station, walk straight. Keep right instead of walking along Upper Street. Here be local independent shops, antique stalls, cafes, a slightly hidden pub (with a lively lil beer garden and a comedy club).

    3. See cool science stuff in the Wellcome Collection

    This place is cool in a niche, slightly off beat, vaguely human-body-ish way. And by that I mean one time I saw an exhibition featuring Victorian sex toys and another time I saw actual real life brains. It’s always free, sometimes there’s a queue on Saturdays for the main exhibit, but in the week it’s usually quiet. Also, great cafe.

    4. Look at whales and dinosaur bones in the Natural History Museum

    Yeah, I’m recommending the NHM even though it’s touristy because it’s actually very cool and they’ve got whales. Follow this advice, and go to the Queens Gate entrance. Be there when it opens and not a moment later. The dinosaurs move now! The paid exhibitions are quieter, the National Geographic Photographer of the Year is always an excellent shout. Good for a day off work.

    5. Go find the dead people in the British Museum

    Literally: enter in the British Museum. Bring a buggy because they’ll let you skip the queue. Locate the Egyptian mummies. Photograph the main hall. Leave the British Museum (via the gift shop).

    6. Walk, drive, bike or horse ride around Richmond Park

    If you want to gallop around on horses, I recommend Stag Lodge stables. Otherwise just bring your adult scooter. Or feet. Or bike. Whatever. It’s like going to Wales or some other part of the country with lots of grass. If you’re driving or need a place to meet mates, head to the Roehampton Gate, there’s a big car park, a cafe, and toilets. Cross the road, chuck down a blanket. Keep an eye out for deer.

    7. Watch an extremely good documentary

    The tiny Bertha Dochouse screening room at the Curzon in Bloomsbury only shows documentaries, and there are only 55 seats. Which in practice means great, interesting, often niche and award winning films and fewer people to loudly eat popcorn and accidentally forget to mute their phones. 

    8. Play darts and board games in a pub near Farringdon

    Alright Farringdon isn’t short on pubs, but the Old China Hand is a great, independent, lesser known little spot where they have board games, a chess club on Wednesdays (7pm), and you can order pizza in if you need something to eat. It’s open Wednesday to Sunday, and closing times are, I hear, negotiable depending on how much fun everyone’s having that night. 

    9. Hire a bike and take it for a ride 

    Old favourite Santander bikes are still going strong, and dockless Lime bikes are pretty much everywhere at the moment. TFL’s got a fun little random route generator to get you started. 

    10. Find the terrapins in the Barbican Conservatory 

    This is one of those places I like to surprise people with every so often because what no one expects to find right in the middle of this big concrete monstrosity that is the Barbican is a very cool tropical garden full of massive plants, occasional fish, and the odd turtle. It’s open, well, when it’s open, and you’ll need to book (free) tickets in advance

    11. Play tennis indoors at Lee Valley Hockey and Tennis Centre

    Indoor courts are gold dust around this city, so hiring one costs about £32.50 for an hour at Lee Valley. But if it’s not raining, they have outdoor courts too (£13). They’ll supply the racket and balls. All you need is one (or three) friends.

    12. Walk from Victoria Park to Camden along the Regent’s Canal

    Or any stretch of the Regent’s Canal, really. There are gazillions of places to just stop and eat along there, or you can hop off for food and coffee at Broadway Market. The canal towpath runs all the way from east to west, with a bit of a gap around street level near Kings Cross / Angel.

    13. Have a nice long boozy lunch or daytime dinner at Dishoom

    Oh god, Dishoom. Probably some of the most well known Indian restaurants in London (other than Tayaabs?) – but for good reason. The best time to avoid the queues is in the middle of the day, or breakfast time, or turn up bang on 6pm. 

    14. Wander along the Barbican High Walk and see Roman ruins

    Hi, this is your daily reminder that this city is OLD and most of it isn’t in a museum yet. It’s just there, in Barbican, on the street, waiting for you and your little modern 21st century feet. Here’s a handy route and map

    15. Harass dogs on Hampstead Heath

    …then once you’ve done that, get a cuppa tea and eat cake at in the cafe at Kenwood House.

    16. See the dinosaurs in Crystal Palace park

    Yeah, you heard. Dinosaurs.

    17. Have a chilled pint right on the Thames in Limehouse

    The Grapes in Limehouse is probably one of my favourite pubs, this ^ is the view from the little wooden terrace. It’s mega old, proper local, and they do a good fish and chips. Go at sunset, photograph the shit out of the Antony Gormley Sculpture.

    18. Find yourself a good travel book in Daunt

    Straight to the Marylebone High Street branch, folks. It’s this Edwardian wooden book cave that specialises in travel books. The staff are very good. Plus, if you don’t have a Daunt book bag yet, are you really a Londoner? And while you’re there…

    19. Cafe-hop along Marylebone High Street

    Shop ‘n’ walk along the quieter, posher alternative to Oxford Street. Then go find The Gunmakers and have a pint.

    20. Watch a film (with wine) in the Garden Cinema

    This is a beautiful little independent cinema near Covent Garden with a reasonable membership, mega varied programme of new and old films, a good bar, and lots of member events. 

    21. Befriend pigs and donkeys at a city farm

    Lower your expectations because, you know, this ain’t Yorkshire. But there’s city farms in Mudchute, Stepney, Spitalfields, Hackney Road, Surrey Docks, and Kentish Town. Contrary to popular belief, kids are not a pre-requisite for entry.

    22. Do some stuff at the Barbican Centre

    Coming in strong with another entry for the Barbican Centre – which is just generally a good spot if you’re at a loose end: there’s free wifi, cafes, free exhibitions, obvs loads of classical music and stuff, a library, and a cinema which you can bring your baby to and even does screenings just for kids on the weekends.

    23. Have a quick peek and a drink in Wilton’s Music Hall

    God, this is just an insanely beautiful restored building that puts on good theatre, and has the added bonus of a cocktail bar. Double check opening times before you go. 

    24. Demolish a steaming hot bowl of ramen in Soho

    There are loads of ramen places in London now, but the original Bone Daddies in Peter Street has always been my go-to. The food comes quickly, you won’t queue long if it’s outside of main dinner or lunch times, and communal tables and window seats are extra good if you’re rolling solo. They’ll supply the bibs.

    25. Spend an hour looking at excellent photography

    The Photographer’s Gallery was London’s first – and it’s got exhibitions across three floors. You’ll find it just off Oxford Street which is good if you were like “hey let’s go shopping” and instantly regretted it. It’s open late on Thursdays, and is free on Fridays after 5pm. 

    26. Read the slightly depressing plaques in Postman’s Park

    Has anyone not been to this pretty well known but quiet and contemplative little corner of the City, where there’s a wall documenting people who died saving others? Probably not, but you could always go back.

    27. Go bowling in Queensway or Finsbury Park

    Sod All Star Lanes, it’s bloody extortionate. The cheap, original, far mire fun bowling alleys are this one in Queensway, and Rowan’s in Finsbury Park. Although if you’re central, Bloomsbury Lanes is good if you’re a group of 6 or fancy ending the night with some karaoke and an 80s night.

    28. Get an excellent view of London from Ally Pally

    That’s Alexandra Palace, for the non-believers. While we’re on the subject, the views from Primrose Hill, Greenwich Royal Observatory, and Parliament Hill are also worth getting slightly out of breath for. 

    29. See a beautiful Japanese garden in Holland Park

    Like going to Kyoto, but without the bullet train.

    View of the Olympic park including the west ham stadium, with the river Lee winding through it

    30. Go find something to do in the Olympic Park

    When the Olympics finished, it left behind its massive swimming pool, a mountain bike course, loads of walking tracks, tennis courts, white water rafting, and a velodrome where you can just go and sit and watch the cycling and have a coffee. Just FYI.

    31. Look around the free exhibitions at the British Library

    The BL always has some pretty interesting free exhibitions downstairs, there’s also space just to sit quietly and have a cuppa in the foyer. You can also become a member for free, and go into the reading rooms which are probably the only mobile phone free space left in London.

    32. Say hi to the giraffes without actually going into London Zoo

    Walk around to the north end of Regent’s Park by the canal, and as well as many dogs, ye shall also be rewarded with a few long necked horses aka giraffes, often seen peeking over the fence.

    33. Saunter down Roupell Street in Waterloo

    …aka the most London-looking street in London. It’s a beaut. Don’t even think about not sauntering. This road was made to saunter along, like a Victorian gent.

    34. Drink in a maze-like pub in Finsbury Park

    The garden at the Faltering Fullback has many levels. Literally.

    35. Walk through the City when it’s completely dead

    You know where’s really nice on a Sunday? Moorgate, Farringdon, Smithfield, Barbican, Bank, St Pauls, Fleet Street, Cannon Street, all round there. It’s quiet. Everything’s closed. There are no suits. Just the odd lost, slightly bewildered looking tourist, the occasional branch of Pret, and a fair few pigeons. Bring your camera. Chuck on a good podcast. Stop in one of the little hidden city parks for a snack. 

    36. Get on a bus to anywhere

    Yeah I know – buses, shut up about the buses. But seriously: get on one, pay £1.75, sit on the top deck, preferably at the front. Now get on a few more: for the next hour, it’s free! Some of them literally follow the same route as the big sightseeing companies. Plus, spend enough time on buses and you’ll develop a superhuman (/cab driver-like) ability to find your way around London without looking at CityMapper once. 

    37. Sit on Southbank and people watch

    Next time you’re up early, grab a cuppa and plant yourself down on one of the big stone blocks outside the Southbank Centre. Or, if it’s raining, go inside the Southbank Centre (or Royal Festival Hall). You’ll find a load of spare tables and seats in one of London’s best free public spaces. Sit there. Drink your tea. Eat a croissant. Watch all manner of people walk past. They also do a lot of free events, especially for kids. Have a lovely day. 

    38. Take the tube to Greenwich, and get the Thames Clipper back.

    Why does getting a boat home from anywhere somehow make you feel like you earn £100k more than you actually do? Even if that place is along the Thames and the boat is sponsored by Uber? Idk. Anyway, go to Greenwich, because it’s far enough away to warrant the journey home (unless you live in Greenwich, in which case, go somewhere else) and in the right light has this kind of film set quality about it, and then feel the warm, wealthy glow of casually announcing to anyone who can hear you: sorry, I must dash, I’ve got to catch my boat

    39. Shop in a quiet place

    Oxford Street’s a bit frenetic for me on a Saturday. But One New Change (again, in the city) tends to be completely dead at the weekend. There’s not a huge amount of shops, and it’s no Westfield, but there is a Zara, H&M, and also an Aesop. And did I mention the lack of people?

    40. Stay in bed

    It’s a big city, we live busy lives, you work hard. Have a nap. You deserve it. 

    Got some other normal suggestions? Chuck them in the comments below. 

    Updated Feb 2026

  • London at Christmas

    London at Christmas

    Originally posted in 2024, updated in 2025 – when, er weirdly, most of this still stands.

    London goes a bit mental at Christmas.

    The first sign that everyone is about to lose their tiny minds is the increase in suggestions that you should spend your evening traipsing across a freezing park, following a slow moving herd of pushchairs, tourists and excitable Londoners (the worst kind) into a wallet-rinsing, fairy-light-twinkling, pedestrianised festive version of the M25, where you’ll pay £6.50 to drink mulled wine out of a polystyrene cup while the smell of overpriced Bratwurst wafts up your nostrils from a nearby wooden hut.

    I am, of course, talking about Winter Wonderland: that annual Festive “Good” Idea which, if we’re being entirely honest with ourselves, is best experienced after no less than 18 shots of whisky, and from far, far, far away.

    A helicopter, for example.

    (Or better yet, France.)

    Winter Wonderland from far, far, far, away
    Credit: @MPSintheSky

    It’s not so much Christmas Day itself which brings the ruckus round here, but the two weeks before.

    Anyone who works centrally will be familiar with Christmaspartymageddon.

    That’s the name given to any working day in the city between the 6th and 17th of December. Pubs, restaurants and bars become packed with office workers consuming their eighth unnecessary turkey dinner of the week, before trying desperately to avoid paying for drinks by standing near senior management at the pub from about 3pm onwards.

    I work in Farringdon, which reached peak Christmaspartymageddon on Thursday last week. And no one, not one of us could have anticipated the fallout that followed on Friday.

    farringdon bacon

    Then there’s all the lights.

    People go nuts over them. Christmas lights in London are a big thing which, you know, I get because they’re pretty, and festive.

    And that’s fine when it’s the normal stuff. You know, snowballs on Oxford Street, some sort of crown and twig arrangement spanning down Regent Street.

    But who can forget that classic Christmas combo of headphones, sunglasses and moustaches? Oh Carnaby (Street), you are spoiling us.

    Christmas on Carnaby Street 2014
    Credit: George Rex

     

    And nowhere exemplifies London’s Annual Christmas Meltdown quite like Oxford Street.

    In fact, make that any street or indoor complex containing shops, because every single one of them is guaranteed to propel you into a near catatonic state within seconds of walking through the door.

    Even if you thought you knew what to get someone before walking in, even if it’s your last chance to get something and you absolutely have to make a purchase because otherwise Christmas will be ruined, even if you’ve got one job to do that day and it’s to go into Selfridges and buy something specific: trust me.

    None of that seems to matter when you emerge onto what is basically the first, second, forth, fifth, sixth AND seventh circle of shopping hell.

    What happens instead is you’ll just back away slowly, muttering “I’ll do it tomorrow. I’ll get it from Amazon. I’ll pay for Prime. Anything. But not, not this.”

    Oxford Street at Christmas
    Credit: @JEBjork

     

    But there are some good things happening too.

    Office parties, free bars, chocolates in the office, chocolates in bowls on the kitchen table, chocolates in the back of your Uber cab, Londoners paying for other Londoners’ bus fares.

    And then there’s people generally being nice to each other: leaving bags of food next to homeless people, or, like the William IV pub in Islington, feeding people Christmas dinner for free.

     

    william iv pub

    In the end, over 180 people got fed at that pub on Sunday, which is a loads better way to spend your afternoon than slowly but surely losing your mind in a crowd on Oxford Circus.

    So on that happy note, this will probably be my last post of the year. Thanks for reading. Tell your friends. Better yet, send me presents.

    Also, does anyone want to do my Christmas shopping for me this year?

  • My First Open House London In Photos. Lots of Photos.

    My First Open House London In Photos. Lots of Photos.

    On Sunday I volunteered at Open House London.

    If you’re not familiar, Open House is a yearly event that most Londoners usually hear about three weeks after it happens. At which point, they’re like “oh god, yeah! I always mean to go to that, is it good?” and you’re like “well it’s meant to be, but I don’t know because I always forget it’s on” and then you both agree to go next year and, that, my friends, is generally the end of that.

    But weirdly a lot of people do remember it’s happening without having to tie themselves to volunteering and thus signing up for weekly e-mails that effectively say, and I’m paraphrasing here, YOU HAVE COMMITTED TO SOMETHING, YOU FLAKY BASTARD: DO NOT FORGET TO TURN UP. In fact, not only do people remember, but they arrive outside the Gherkin at 5am on a Sunday and form an orderly queue.

    And by far the best thing about volunteering – apart from getting to skip the queues, having lots of people be very nice and polite and smiley to you for three hours, and being mistaken for someone who could answer questions like “what are the three crowns on the company’s crest symbolic of?” and “how did they light the rooms in here before electricity?” – was that I got to have a nose around Draper’s Hall before everyone else arrived.

    Much like myself, Draper’s Hall had just undergone its yearly wash and was looking absolutely banging.

    After my shift ended and I’d been fed (seriously, big up Draper’s Hall – that lunch was A+) I set out to visit as many buildings as possible, with the side aim of seeing how many people I could irritate by brandishing my volunteer’s priority badge and walking past them to the front of the queue (answer: at least 4).

    I started small, with St Boltoph’s in Aldgate.

    Then headed down to Lower Thames Street to Custom House.

    Then because I mega like really really old stuff, I went across the road where there were actual, real life, extremely ancient remains of some Roman baths.

    Did you know London had Roman baths?

    I did not.

    But mate, I shit you not. Underneath the city in what is otherwise pretty much a car park, let’s be honest, there they are. Roman Baths:

    Next stop was another one of the livery halls.

    This time, Apothecaries Hall. Where the outside had just been re-painted in an excellent shade of cobalt blue.

    The inside wasn’t too shabby, either.

    And if you were walking down Liverpool Street over the weekend and wondered what the massive queue outside the Andaz Hotel was all about, it was all in aid of this:

    After that, it was about half past four and, bloody hell, my feet were starting to ache.

    That’s the bit no one tells you about Open House: you end up walking for miles and standing a lot and eventually will zone in on anything remotely resembling a seat, even if that seat is a ceremonial chair in a Masonic Temple.

    But by this point in the day, instead of feeling well tired, I’d really got into it.

    Aside from being able to get inside so many extremely good buildings, it felt like a good excuse to just roam the City taking photos.

    So, here’s a truth bomb.

    I usually feel pretty self conscious taking photos in public. Which is weird because these days photos and blogging are pretty much part of the same deal.

    The fact is I’ll often see things I want to take photos of around London, but for whatever reason – either there’s too many people around, or I feel awkward standing there trying to get the right settings, or I just feel embarrassed about getting my camera out in front of people – I’ll let the moment slide by.

    But not today, bitches.

    I think it was partly because everyone else at Open House was doing it – Gorillapods ‘n’ all – and taking their time, and 90% of people who were around had cameras slung round their necks.

    Whatever it was, there were a few occasions where I just stood on the street snapping away without really caring who was watching.

    Two men on a bench were having a good old stare when I was taking this one, which normally would have made me rush it and shuffle on. But on Sunday, I gave them a little wave instead.

    The nosy little bas– 

    And alright, it was also easier because the Square Mile’s verrrrry quiet at the weekend.

    It was nearing 5pm when I found Leadenhall Market pretty much empty, so I stuck around to make the most of that.

    Then I wound my way back to Liverpool Street station past all the high rise offices and glassy Shard wannabes, via that weird building with all its pipes on the outside.

    The Open House closing party didn’t start til 6pm, but by 5 o’clock I was pretty knackered. My first Open House had done me in.

    So in another world first, I actually passed on the offer of free booze and went home.

    I’ll go next year though. Promise.