Through Farringdon’s roof he comes, and hops on. Grey-feathered, stern-faced, a downturn in the beak. He stands peacefully until Great Portland Street. The doors cheep. He alights.
Aug 112012
West End
Jul 162012
by Matt Haynes
Whenever the need to fondle something long and wrinkly grew too much to bear – which, after the death of her beloved Albert, was at least twice a week – lucky old Queen Victoria seldom found herself frustrated in the way of ordinary women, for one of the perks of being Empress Of All The Pink Bits was a plentiful supply of pachyderms, gifts from foreign potentates to whom such beasts were, frankly, little more than garden pests. [read more…]
Jun 102012
by Howard Colyer
Adam White said that he was approached by two tramps near Victoria Station who asked him if he was carrying a dictionary. He asked them why. And they said it was to settle a dispute. [read more…]
Feb 162012
by Sabrina Mahfouz
The eldest ties her sister’s scarf
back around her hair –
not too tight. [read more…]
Feb 142012
Passing The Rocket on Euston Road, I remember the hair rising from the nape of his neck, his toes under the table, the two-for-the-price-of-one meals going cold as we warmed.
Feb 022012
by Melissa Davidson
We boarded the train for Euston, you and your dad and me. We played I Spy and you giggled when I said fart. We disembarked and made our way to the Eye. Both wearing red, we bundled up brightly against the grey sky, cheeks the colour of our jackets. [read more…]
Jan 022012
A regular at UFO in 1967 tells us how the legendary Tottenham Court Road venue where Pink Floyd had their first residency was like an elephant with a really long neck, and smelt of purple. [read more…]