There’s a lot of cultural tourism right now in Peckham, particularly at the weekend. The cafes and bars are becoming home to a surfeit of White Company couples and their accompanying stockpile of child-rearing apparatus. While at night, it’s becoming easier to spot the rugby… Read More
If you visit Peckham and you manage to fight your way through the battalions of mummies brandishing strollers and skinflints queuing for a freebie at Honest Burger, you might find yourself at the Peckham Springs bar. If you do, have a look around. You might… Read More
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
I mention Peckham a fair bit. If I look out of my window I can see it, which for fans of physics, is because my flat is in it. I also mention Peckham a fair bit because it’s chock to the bursting with interestingly dressed… Read More
So, on Saturday night I attempted to inject some Spring buoyancy into a chilly night at Peckham Springs. My chosen medium, corduroy. Specifically a SS15, burnt red, jacket from Albam. I was still savagely cold. Not surprising really, there’s no such thing as ‘Spring buoyancy’.… Read More
The other day I had some trousers made. They were made by a local Peckham tailor, based on my precise instructions. They cost me 20 coins for the fabric, and 50 for my tailor to take a pattern from a pre-existing pair, the manufacture and any… Read More
