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I was on a photography meet up that was held in a local London market. The Chatsworth Street Market has been around since yonks. It’s a local London Market where you can find baked bread, cheese, fish, fruit and veg, … Continue reading
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I can’t tell you how many times I’ve bashed through St Pancs and never knew there was an amazing statue upstairs. ( I didn’t even realise that there was an upstairs with restaurants and shops! ) I missed … Continue reading
It’s a funny thing we do, we Brits, a baby arrives and it’s a Royal one to boot, so out charge the endless crowds of paparazzi, there is a baby watch, a rumour that Kate is at a certain hospital … Continue reading
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Tagged Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, Catherine Duchess of Cambridge, Green Park, Kate, Queen, Red Route master buses, River Thames, Royal baby, Shard, Tales From The City, Union Jack
Strange things happen in the city, I’m lucky that I have been spared quite a few of them. When the family lived in Primrose Hill, in London, the war was on. My father was only a young boy when he … Continue reading
Posted in England, Memories and musings, Tales From The City
Tagged Bomb shelter, Civil defense siren, Grandparent, History, London during the war, Primrose Hill, Tales From The City, Twentieth Century, Unexploded ordnance, World War Two
Finally the jet lag is just a memory. This flight was incredibly noisy. The galley crew sounded as if they were hammering pots and pans instead of serving up microwaved aeroplane food! My flight partner was a chap on his … Continue reading
Why do the Brits say sorry all the time? Are we really a nation so terribly polite? We say sorry when we bump into someone. That’s just being polite. We really don’t want to crash about into other people. So … Continue reading
Posted in England, Tales From The City, Travel
Tagged Audiology, British Manners, England, Esure, Hearing aid, London Underground, Manners, Michael Winner, Polite expression, sorry, Tales From The City
This door really had me puzzled. The entrance way was wide and flanked with two stone columns. That massive, but fading headpiece, made me believe that there was an amazing door hidden behind these two wood panels with a sturdy pad … Continue reading
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I was in need of an article printed in 1925 in The Weekly Dispatch, and there was only one place to go, The British Library Newspapers Collection, in Colindale. When I told someone I was heading up to Colindale, the … Continue reading
Tagged British Library, Colindale, Colindale Tube Station, Council Tax, Directories, Fiction Writing, List of newspapers in the United Kingdom, Newspaper, Room 101, Tales From The City, Taxation, Writing Historical Fiction Research, Writing Tips, Wrting Resources
I was on my way to Oxford and on the tube to Paddington. It was one of those wonderful days when seats were plenty. I was at Baker Street and a movement a little farther down the carriage caught my … Continue reading
Tagged Baker Street, Google, google search, London Underground, Oxford, Paddington, paddington station london, Piccadilly line, Pigeon on the tube, Pigeons, Pigeons on the Underground, Tales From The City, Victoria line, YouTube, youtube videos
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I was dashing along towards the train station and suddenly stopped in my tracks. It’s funny how you can pass by something all the time and never see it, but today, these old iron railings, what remains of them anyway, … Continue reading