The crazies were out in force this morning. The filthy, smelly, spit-covered Whitechapel streets were being patrolled by the mental and the drunk. It is often frightening. There were tribes of disgusting, ugly men and women sprawled all over the pavements, lying in their own sick and screaming at the world.
There is one particularly unpleasant […]
Cor blimey it’s hot. It really is. It’s a piece-a-hot hot hot. The intense heat makes a number of simple activities extremely difficult. Sleeping is a near impossible affair. The night is spent tossing, turning and sweating, having vivid nightmares about exams and only managing thirty minutes of shut eye.
Walking - the infamous nutters of […]
Is it not amazing the words of wisdom one can hear in a supermarket? At the weekend I was doing my weekly shop at Sainsbury’s in Whitechapel, choosing my fruit and alcohol for the week – what else can you possibly need?
I noticed a rather gnarly chipper old fellow intensely examining the store’s bananas. He […]
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 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 […]