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  • 13 Nice Things To Do After Work Instead Of Going Straight Home

    13 Nice Things To Do After Work Instead Of Going Straight Home

    It’s been Quite A Week round here.

    A week in which every day at 5:30pm, when they’ve unlocked the doors and let us out of work, I’ve found myself swinging between two different moods:

    Mood 1: must go straight home and watch The Bodyguard and cook risotto

    Mood 2: must do something nice after work in order not to fall into a pit

    And while yes, one of these nights will inevitably end up being a heady mix of both of these things (drinking vast quantities of extortionately priced alcohol in a bar before going home, putting on The Bodyguard, and attempting to cook), it’s also nice to have a few slightly more wholesome “do something nice after work” options floating about. And lately I’ve found some good, cheap-ish things you can do after work in the evening, and most of them don’t cost very much. So here ya go:

    1. Go for a swim.

    Aside from anything else, hurling yourself into an outdoor pool or lido would really give your brain something else to think about, like do I still have toes, or how deadly is hypothermia. Otherwise, mate, the London Aquatics Centre over in the Olympic Park is very much the one. It’s indoor, very new, and it only costs a fiver for an adult (less if you’re bunking off work during the day).

    2. Do some heavy breathing on a mat, or something.

    The primary reason loads of people bang on about yoga is because thinking about your shitty day at work while standing on one leg with your arms in the air is really really hard to do. But yoga can be stupidly pricey in London, especially if you just want to do a one-off “today was awful, SOS” class. But the Mind Body app is good for finding cheap introductory classes near wherever you’re currently standing, fuming at the world. Also, a lot of London Borough Councils have really affordable community exercise projects: i.e these fitness classes are all £1 each for Hackney residents.

    3. Bury your face into a very good book (for free).

    Book shops are deffo the most calming places on earth – other day I went in Waterstone’s Islington and earwigged on a dad / daughter storytime session for a bit and it was mega therapeutic. But may I also remind you of the existence of libraries? And that you can still get books, audio books, and films instantly and for free in the year of our lord 2017? Find your local library on this page and voila! Free. Fucking. Books. 

    4. Borrow a dog.

    If you haven’t yet made a list of people whose dog you can befriend when the world feels like it’s going to end, that’s ok. Now is the time to start. Join this website, browse a selection of local dogs, and get to know their owners. If that feels like a reach, just sign up and look at photos of other people’s dogs. I mean, it works for me.

    5. Sit somewhere really busy and people watch.

    IMO, the worst bits of London are the really busy parts, unless you need distracting. In which case, they are the best place to plonk yourself down, put on music or a podcast, and watch an endless stream of people going about their miserable, daily hum drum existences all around you. The bit outside Kings Cross where the swing is? Excellent spot. Ditto Southbank, where buskers will cause you to reluctantly hum along to Ed Sheeran covers whether you like it or not.

    6. Go watch something you normally wouldn’t at the cinema.

    I’m a big fan of just rocking up to see whatever’s on at the cinema. But again, in London – this reaaaally isn’t very cheap.  Except recently I’ve found a lot of local cinemas do deals mid week to get you through the door. Like the Rio on Kingsland Road has Cheap Mondays, and £5 Tuesdays if you come in waving your Hackney library card.

    7. Send a friend something in the post.

    Alright, so this one might just be an excuse to go into a card shop and buy some decent stationery. But one bonafide foolproof way to feel better is to send someone an offensive / funny / stupid card, if for no other reason than you’ll probably make yourself laugh while you’re doing it. Fun fact: the postbox on Rosebery Avenue in Clerkenwell has a later 7.30pm pickup time. Don’t ask why I know this sort of stuff.

    8. Invest in a re-fillable bottle of wine.

    All hail the genius of Borough Wines. You buy an empty bottle (£2.50), fill it up with red, white, or rosé in the shop (£6.50), go outside, down it, then go straight back in and refill for £6.50. I jest, obviously. Street drinking’s for hobos. Buy two bottles and down them in the comfort of your own home instead.

    9. Take yourself somewhere for dinner.

    Because look: sometimes it helps to talk, and sometimes the last thing you want to do is discuss your awful day with anyone. Enter The Infatuation’s piece recently on places to eat if you’re rolling solo.

    10. Find a midweek gig happening that night.

    The absolute wonder of London is that you will find live music somewhere, somehow, on any given night of the week. And usually without getting advance tickets. Try the Jazz Cafe in Camden, The Lexington, Birthdays, and the Shacklewell Arms. Or have a scout on Dice app or Resident Advisor.

    11. Visit a friend on the other side of London.

    Part of the reason we all get so fed up is because we’re doing the same journeys and routines every day. So give your mate on the other side of town a ring and go see how astonishingly happy everyone in west London is.

    12. Get up high.

    You know what you need? Perspective, mate. Bit of perspective. The View from the Shard is a bit expensive (nice), but you can get half way up for free just by… getting in the lift and having a drink in Hutong. Alternatively, get on the Dangleway, or climb up any of these.

    13. Go for late tea and cake.

    A lot of Soho’s cafes are open late, and are a very good place to go with a book and have a cuppa. Yum ChaaBalans Soho Society Cafe, even Caffe Nero on the corner of Frith Street is open til 2am during the week. So, there’s that. Here are more places that aren’t the pub.

    Where do you go after work if you don’t fancy going straight home?

  • Why Clerkenwell EC1 is a Really Good Place to Work

    I work in Farringdon.

    Or maybe it’s Clerkenwell.

    Farrenwell? Clerkendon?

    I’m not totally sure what the difference is between the two, but I really like it here in EC1.

    I’ve decided to write about it because I’m not really going on Facebook any more, so this is my new platform for making people wish they were me.

    Plus, it’s not like you can just rock up to Clerkenwell at the weekend and expect to discover the brilliance.

    It’s all over by then.

    Done. Finished. Kaput.

    And I’m a little bit worried you’re missing out.

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    Clerkenwell is a Monday to Friday type place.

    In that sense it’s a bit like Victoria or Aldgate or Bank, but without the briefcase wielding, red wine-cheeked buffoons milling around yelling “BUY BUY BUY, SELL SELL SELL”.

    Plus, no one here would be seen dead using a Blackberry.

    As a single lady, it’s difficult not to notice all the men.

    They aren’t the estate agent types you get in Angel; they don’t have the TV tans of Soho, and there’s a little less hat action going on compared to down the road in Shoreditch.

    In Clerkenwell, you get the strong, aloof types.

    You get a man who doesn’t even flinch while accompanying his girlfriend down Hatton Garden, past 30 different shops selling diamond engagement and wedding rings at competitive prices, only to come out the other side bearing nothing but a caramel flavoured iced coffee and a croissant from EAT.

    But most importantly, you get a man who isn’t afraid to rock up to the office in rolled up jeans and a pair of pool slides.

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    Casual. Barefoot. That’s just how they roll.

    But the best thing about working around here is lunchtime.

    To be fair, the best thing about working anywhere is usually lunchtime, but in EC1, lunctime’s especially good because that’s when all these well-jeaned, excellently shod men congregate on Leather Lane, where every weekday from 11am-3pm, there’s a market.

    It’s a bit like Westfield shopping centre, except instead of Debenhams, Habitat and Zara you’ve got table tops selling knife sets, last week’s magazines for £1.50 and children’s books; piles of duvets on wooden pallets, stalls hawking Topshop clothes with the labels cut out and Completely Legitimate Longchamp Bags™, and LOADS of food.

    Oh, the food.

    leather lane market

    You’re quids in for food round here, especially if you like falafel.

    It’s pretty serious. There’s even a website dedicated to rating the falafel on Leather Lane and an accompanying Twitter account to update you on the area’s latest chickpea dramz.

    It’s basically war.

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    In fact, rumour has it that you can eat a free falafel-based lunch every day from Chick simply by walking past the bloke giving out free samples 14 times in one hour.

    Through recent observations, I’ve concluded that this is a genuine lunchtime strategy for some, but for those not relying on handouts, I recommend Victus and Bibo wraps and the Thai green curry man. Worth the queue, every time.

    Aside from the market, there’s a few shops too.

    The best one is the off licence where the only permanent member of staff appears to be this fairly nonchalant cat.

    cat in offlicence

    Whenever I pass in the morning, he’s always there.

    Busy taking stock, advising customers on this week’s best offers, or as on the day when this photo was taken, on security detail.

    If you’re in any doubt as to the versatility of the shops in this area, or perhaps you just really want to impress that special someone in your life, opposite Agent Provocateur and next to Wildabout Flowers, you’ll find a magic shop.

    An international Magic Shop.

    Where they sell books of spells*, perfect for any romantic occasion.

    *I have no idea what they sell in a magic shop. Probably anything you want if it’s really magic.

    international magic shopClerkenwell also has a lot of pubs. 

    So many pubs.

    More pubs than you could ever want or need, located down every road and side street. Pubs, pubs, pubs.

    Some have clever yet area specific names like “The Clerk and Well”, while others like The Coach and Horses (Twitter name: Pumpkin and Mice – see what they did there?) focus on providing impeccable value for their many loyal, pissed, and easily confused local workers.

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    After all this, I know what you’re thinking.

    Firstly, you’re trying to remember how up to date your CV is and how soon you can hand in your notice to come and work where I do.

    Secondly, you’re wondering:

    If I’ve got an urgent letter to post and it’s after half past 6, aka the normal time for letter collections from post boxes in London, where on Earth can I go to post my letter?”

    Ding ding, that’s correct.

    Rosebery Avenue, in CLERKENWELL.

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    Honestly, I’m not sure what else you’d really need.

    I hope you are suitably jealous of me working in Farringdon and / or Clerkenwell.

    You should be. It’s well good. 

    You may return to looking at Facebook now. 

  • The Many and Varied Things I’ll Miss About Working on the Strand

    I’m relocating for work.

    Not actually relocating, obviously. Just going ten minutes up the road for a different job, but in London terms that’s basically like moving to Africa.

    This is slightly daunting because I’ll now have to negotiate the minefield that is deciding where to eat lunch in an entirely new area of the city, which, as everyone knows, is the most crucial part of every office worker’s day.

    Hold me. 

    Alas, after two years working just off the Strand – land of the pre-theatre meal deal, posh hotels, lost tourists, Gordon’s Wine Bar, and the excellent sort of colleagues who adopt you an actual monkey as a leaving present – it’s time to move on to a new stomping ground between the hours of 9:30 and 6pm.

    But in the meantime, here’s what I’ll miss about working in WC2N.

    1. Fake Number 10

    It’s Downing Street! It’s not Downing Street. It’s David Cameron’s gaff! It’s not David Cameron’s gaff. It’s Number 10! Ok, it is Number 10, but instead of politicians you just get the occasional news reporter pretending they’re at the real one. I KNOW, CRAZY.

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    2. The 3,456,936 branches of Pret within lunch-walking radius.

    They say you’re never more than one meter away from your nearest Pret A Manger in London. Actually that might be mice. Or rats. Given the proximity of your friendly neighbourhood branch of Mutant Rodent Tesco, it could be either of those things. But look how many. LOOK:

    pret radius

    3. Inconspicuous tourists

    Lunchtimes just won’t be the same without a daily game of Dodge the Daytripper, coupled with a round of Stupid Things I Heard a Tourist Say in Covent Garden. Where is all the grass around here, anyway?

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    4. The wide assortment of local wildlife.

    Ponies, ferrets, Olympic athletes, dogs, WC2N has them all. Although my new area of work does have men being walked like dogs, to be fair – so onwards and upwards ‘n’ all that.

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    5. Crossing the Impossible Road

    With no less than four lanes of traffic, a weird cobbled path thing down the middle, and a pavement scattered with beady eyed, clipboard wielding charity workers, crossing this street is nothing less than a minefield. Think Krypton Factor, but with more Potsu noodles.

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    So see ya later, Covent Garden.

    Aurevoir, excellent colleagues.

    Gordon’s, Embankment Gardens and Bag Bike Man…you will remain in my thoughts.

    Goodbye, Strand. It’s been emotional.