I was standing on the corner of Eastcheap and Lovat Lane the other day, when I happened to see a Bedouin tribesman and his three camels heading in the direction of Dover, presumably enroute for Cairo. Obviously I’m being economical with the truth, but I have seen stranger things in the area. Is a man… Continue reading Eastcheap, the road to the pyramids
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Tea, Debauchery and Sewage
I recently came across a 17th century location on the banks of the River Thames called Arnold’s Outlet (if you have the same puerile sense of humour as me, you’ll have sniggered at that). This schoolboy double entendre does have an element of fact about it, as it was actually a sewer outlet that dumped… Continue reading Tea, Debauchery and Sewage
A bone to the dog is not charity
The title of this piece comes from one of my favourite 20th century authors, Jack London. The whole quote is “A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.“ Now this piece is not about bones, dogs or American… Continue reading A bone to the dog is not charity
Eastcheap, the road to the pyramids
I was standing on the corner of Eastcheap and Lovat Lane the other day, when I happened to see a Bedouin tribesman and his three camels heading in the direction of Dover, presumably enroute for Cairo. Obviously I’m being economical with the truth, but I have seen stranger things in the area. Is a man… Continue reading Eastcheap, the road to the pyramids
Tea, Debauchery and Sewage
I recently came across a 17th century location on the banks of the River Thames called Arnold’s Outlet (if you have the same puerile sense of humour as me, you’ll have sniggered at that). This schoolboy double entendre does have an element of fact about it, as it was actually a sewer outlet that dumped… Continue reading Tea, Debauchery and Sewage