Tag Archives: London

An alcohol-free night with the Coren Mitchells (Rousse)

I’d never tried Guiness Zero before, but here I was swilling it at the invitation of Victoria Coren Mitchell in the big Victorian house in London that she shared with her husband David. Their two little girls already were in … Continue reading →

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A bad day at the office (Rousse)

It was a great disappointment that my Auntie A failed to turn up as a guest speaker. I was sure that she would have had much say to my work colleagues in the city of London. I had made such … Continue reading →

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Sherlock, steam train, snogging a stranger (Belle)

I was travelling to the south coast with my new husband, Sherlock Holmes, in an open top sports car. I couldn’t stop looking at him and admiring the way the flaps on his hat were capturing the wind as we … Continue reading →

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Matt Smith the parrot strangler (Belle)

I was not sure why RM-H was ignoring me. He was walking down a black and white corridor in Goldsmiths College and pushing an old-fashioned pram. Eventually he took me by my elbow and guided me towards a window. Inside … Continue reading →

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The Millwall shoe shop (Belle)

I was both working at, and a customer of, a shoe shop in Millwall’s south London football stadium. My boss asked me if I’d graduated from the ‘Morley College of Violent Librarians’.

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An odyssey through London’s night-time economy (Belle)

I was using a borrowed bicycle and decided to park it, along with my suitcase, under a bench where a man and his dog were sleeping. I continued my journey on a night bus, and found a stranger’s handbag on … Continue reading →

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Given away by a Teesside accent (Rousse)

JC retrained as a London cabbie. I only found out when I jumped in her taxi one day. Her hair was dark again and her teeth bigger, but the big giveaway was her Teesside accent.

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Belle becomes a royal bodyguard and is rejected by Ren

I was travelling on the upper deck of a old-fashioned red London bus when I realised two things simultaneously. A teenage Prince William was sitting in a seat in front of me, and we were being sprayed with bullets from … Continue reading →

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Investing in Walker’s early works (Rousse)

P and SM’s latest holiday adventure was a month long trip to Northumberland via New York, Valencia, and the art galleries of London. At AF’s request, in London P and SM had bought several small scraps of sugar paper covered … Continue reading →

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A chaotic evening in Peckham (Belle)

My friend S encouraged me to attend what promised to be a ‘spectacular’ event hosted by the Peckham Society. Things went wrong immediately when S handed me her phone and told me I was now the official videographer for the … Continue reading →

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