“Put the change in the jar, love,” he says, adding: “see you next season.” Then, leaving the Royal Cafe, he heads out into Leyton High Road, red replica shirt stretched tight across a stomach that’s now a heaving last-match mess of sausage, beans and fear. Come on you O’s…
Embarrassed by your Boris? Worried what other city leaders will think if they find out you’ve got one? Or just scared of the damage it could do if swung about absent-mindedly in public? [read more…]
by Jude Rogers
Highbury Fields, ten in the morning, the soft breaths of early summer rising from glossy blades of grass. Today, N5 is showing off in the sunshine, wiggling her shoulders, hoisting up her skirts, auditioning her exquisiteness for a Richard Curtis rom-com. [read more…]
… a spokesman for Lewisham council today admitted that the so-called “blindingly obvious” solution for dealing with SE6’s massive rat infestation might have been based on misinformation and syntactical confusion [see more…]
The cat in the red plastic box stares resentfully through the bars as if to say “beneath the table of a Drury Lane cafe is no place for a Persian Blue.”
