I have recently discovered that my block of flats, and much of the surrounding area, is now an official conservation zone. It was my opinion that my little part of East London was in severe physical, economic and humanistic decline but it appears that the Mile End Road part of Stepney is quite a desired […]
No, I am not angry that the brilliant US band Pavement are no more, this is to do with the causeway. According to a new study carried out by Nurofen Express commuters spend almost three and a half days a year waiting behind slow moving pedestrians. Around 52 per cent of the British workforce are […]
Guess who I saw the other day. Go on, guess will ya? No, it was not that celebrity drug taker and wastrel Pete Doherty, for a change.
I was walking along Queen Victoria Street in the City. Where the road meets Cannon Street, outside the abandoned Burger King next to Mansion House underground station and over […]
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. […]
I see it all walking over the Millennium Bridge, I really do. Today there was a photo shoot for angular indie guitar band Dirty Pretty Things. The band is made up of a couple of ex-Libertines, whose former singer Pete Doherty can often be found lying on my East End door step, drunk, drugged and […]
I had a rather unusual experience whilst walking through Whitechapel the other day. I was just passing the entrance to celebrity urchin hangout The Rhythm Factory when I noticed that there was a private party taking place in the venue’s beer soaked bowels. A large colourful sign in the window pronounced the evening to be […]
I would like the opportunity to wholeheartedly thank the gracious individual who took a dump upon my front step. What a wondrous feeling it was to exit my front door on a beautiful winter’s morning to step, slap dab, into human excrement. Oh, the joy I felt as I tried to scrap the vicious smelling […]