The London Years: In nocte consilium (15 of 20)
This was freshers’ week, only without the mad partying and drinking. An evening university dedicated to working Londoners is hardly…
The London Years: The NHS hunger games (14 of 20)
The surgeon looked at me, astonishment all over her face. You’ve been like this for weeks? Yes, I replied. And…
The London Years: Moments in Art (13 of 20)
[Spoilers below for Ibsen’s Hedda Gabler] I don’t think anyone could see the desperation. Why would they? She was a…
The London Years: Carpets in the toilet and other adventures in housing (12 of 20)
We went up the narrowest stairs I had ever seen, he unlocked the door and we were in what can…
The London Years: The knight in well-travelled armor (11 of 20)
We went in and the bar was somewhat dark – it being late already. Introductions were made, this is Sofia,…
The London Years: The bridge of aspiration (10 of 20)
You can keep you Gherkin and the Barbican and Battersea Station. You can even keep your Westminster and your National…
The London Years: This green and pleasant land (9 of 20)
The three of us stood at the gate. “We are not going in there”, my sister said. “Sure we are”,…
The London Years: Greek London (8 of 20)
Byzantium in Bayswater was such an old cafe that I would not be surprised if part of their story was…
The London Years: Always have a sister (7 of 20)
Let me start with a story that is definitely against type. When I told my sister I’d go learn how…
The London Years: How not to bite your nails in the Officials’ Box (6 of 20)
I signed my name and walked behind my more experienced colleague. It is surprisingly cold in most parts of the…