During my daily trek up and down London’s Fleet Street I was presented with a rather unusual sight - one that I usually encounter in the dank cack-stained Victorian streets of Whitechapel. As I strolled past the McDonalds and the Starbucks I noticed a man approaching. He was very tall, well built and quite handsome, […]
Why is Pete Doherty stalking me?
I constantly keep walking past him in the street. I often see him outside Whitechapel’s urchin drug music hole The Rhythm Factory – he is usually playing a residency in this bleak East End bar. I have seen him with his band Babyshambles, enjoying a drink on the grotty pavement. […]
Pip and I have now experienced the look of royalty. Walking down Fleet Street yesterday, enjoying the beautiful spring sunshine, we were stopped in our tracks by a large number of police motorcycles. The mounted riders each had a tiny whistle, which they were blasting merrily away on like a song bird with tourettes.
We were […]
“I just don’t get it Nel, what is it with modern music? It all sounds the same and the bands all look stupid. Listening to the radio makes me feel broken.”
“I know Pip, but there are some great new bands around. What about CSS, The Cribs or Foals?”
“No, you’re wrong, they’re all rubbish.”
Pip is yet […]