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…
Stuff that Sofia eats/ drinks/ hears/ sees/ does wherever she happens to be
Stuff that Sofia eats/ drinks/ hears/ sees/ does wherever she happens to be
You can keep you Gherkin and the Barbican and Battersea Station. You can even keep your Westminster and your National…
The three of us stood at the gate. “We are not going in there”, my sister said. “Sure we are”,…
Byzantium in Bayswater was such an old cafe that I would not be surprised if part of their story was…
Let me start with a story that is definitely against type. When I told my sister I’d go learn how…
I signed my name and walked behind my more experienced colleague. It is surprisingly cold in most parts of the…
As the symphony began there were only a few musicians on stage. The lights were down, so I knew the…
I used to commute in London with at least one book, some journal papers, two pens and two highlighters. Once,…
“What’s your name”, he asked and when I told him he turned around to his friend and said “Why are…
I was sprawled on the couch, hair and makeup professionally done, exhausted and half asleep. The production assistant was sent…
It might seem peculiar to start my 20 London stories with the rather traumatic story of Brexit but I think…