For the second time in three months, I’ve marked myself as safe during a terror incident. Here is why I'd do so again.
Dalston. Friday night. How to start? Do I start with the obvious, with how one Friday night I took the train to Dalston, feeling woefully unprepared for what I’d find in the Deep Dark Beyond of Zone Two? How, the way people went on about it you’d probably have thought I was leading my friends … Continue reading Dalston and the Devil Blues
I would recommend Career of Evil to any crime fan, but if you're looking for the goofy and sly satirical plot of the previous two novels, that's not what you'll find here. This is Robert Galbraith at "his" most fiendish and entertaining.
In a couple weeks, I won’t be 24 anymore. I’ll officially be a quarter of a century old. Which is to say, not very old at all. But it seemed like a good excuse to jot down twenty-four things that I feel I’ve kind of learnt in the last twelve months. Or am learning. Everything these days seems more process than revelation.
The hipster in Shoreditch, the City charmer from Tinder : here are 6 of the lads you meet (and sometimes *shudder* date) in London, as told by the songs of Taylor Swift.