Popular Insite on Life in London
I Tried Every Overpriced Coffee Shop on My Street So You Don’t Have To, and Genuinely Regret Almost Nothing – A completely unnecessary but deeply satisfying investigation into five pounds fifty for a flat white, conducted purely in the name of journalism.
My Local Council Has Redesigned the Bin Collection Schedule Four Times This Year, and I Genuinely Cannot Tell You What Day It Is Anymore – A modest dispatch from the front lines of London’s most confusing recurring civic mystery: which bin, which day, and why does nobody in this borough seem to agree.
I Finally Went to One of Those Silent Discos in a London Park, and I Have Some Genuinely Conflicted Feelings About It – Two hundred people dancing to completely different songs at the same time, in total silence, in a public park. It is either the future of nightlife or a very expensive way to feel briefly insane.
The Corner Shop Near Me Has Started Charging for a Carrier Bag AND Judging Me Silently for Needing One – A small, entirely petty dispatch on the specific social theatre of the twenty pence bag charge, six years after it should have stopped feeling personal.
North London Rent Just Overtook My Entire Monthly Food Budget, and I Have Made My Peace With It in the Worst Possible Way – A dispatch on watching your own outgoings quietly rearrange themselves until rent isn’t a line item anymore, it’s the whole spreadsheet.