Christmas is coming, the goose is getting…..stolen!

I came across a seasonal tale recently, one that Charles Dickens if he’d been alive at the time might have woven into one of his stories about the metropolis. It’s a tale with a lesson, one that warns against greed during the festive season. It also goes to show that as today Christmas to some… Continue reading Christmas is coming, the goose is getting…..stolen!

Ticket To Ride

I thought I’d start off the countdown to Christmas a bit earlier than normal and interweave some new stories with reposts from a few years ago. On Christmas Day these days, Britain’s transport network more or less nods off. Trains, tubes, buses all take a break, leaving the streets unusually quiet. But it wasn’t always… Continue reading Ticket To Ride

Old Tom’s Tale

Looking back at my last couple of posts they’ve been a bit negative, so I thought I’d relay this short but heart warming Christmas tale of a character well known to Londoners who frequented the area of Gracechurch Street. The street was once described by the historian John Strype as one of the fairest streets… Continue reading Old Tom’s Tale

Invite injury and death into your home this Christmas

Probably every family in the UK that celebrates Christmas will have one such story of disaster, calamity or injury that is trotted out over the festive table to the mirth and hilarity of all those seated around it. Like the time Dad cut his finger off carving the turkey or how mum fell off a… Continue reading Invite injury and death into your home this Christmas

Christmas is coming, the goose is getting…..stolen!

I came across a seasonal tale recently, one that Charles Dickens if he’d been alive at the time might have woven into one of his stories about the metropolis. It’s a tale with a lesson, one that warns against greed during the festive season. It also goes to show that as today Christmas to some… Continue reading Christmas is coming, the goose is getting…..stolen!

Chez Scrooge

Following on from the last post and keeping up the festive theme, I thought I’d spend a very wet Wednesday in the warm searching for the home of Ebenezer Scrooge. Dickens describes Ebenezer’s abode as follows,”He lived in chambers which had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms in… Continue reading Chez Scrooge