In case you hadn’t heard, Peckham is the centre of the cultural world right now. Only the other day I read some article proclaiming that Peckham, rather than Dalston, was the centre of London creativity right now. Now admittedly, this was a piece in London’s… Read More
All Hallows’ Eve. I watched The Babadook – good. Half of The Thing (1982) – obviously astonishing, but my boo couldn’t stomach it, hence only half. And weirdly Damage (1992). I concluded my Halloween watching a naked Jeremy Irons performing the most absurdly gymnastic (and… Read More
Why do people only check in on Facebook at places they think will impress others? On my feed, the amount of times I’m told ‘so-and-so’ is at ‘Soho House in Shoreditch’, or ‘whats-and-such’ ‘arrived in Prague’, is starting to reek of high-order bellknobbery. I mean,… Read More
So, let me take you on a tale. I was rocking a pair of boozes last night, with my boo and her friend. It was all shapes of chilly in London town’s fashionable London’s Soho. We were squatting outside, so this bro could get his fumeur… Read More
The bar Peckham Springs takes its name from the tap water scam Del Boy cooked up in Only Fools… It’s only open on Friday and Saturday nights and punters dribble over from Bar Story around 10pm, to refresh themselves foolish on six quid cocktails.
