Tag Archives: Whinging

The smell of fried onions

A boutique hotel is to be found at the eastern end of Long Lane, called The Bermondsey Square Hotel; it’s located where London’s largest antique market used to be held. If the market is still held early Friday mornings nearby, will the guests like to be woken at four in the morning to stalls being erected and the smell of fried onions?

Traditional Friday night

Friday in Bethnal Green. Waiting at a red light in Bethnal Green Road a man and two women emerge from a public house. A man knocks the first woman to the ground and is attacked by the second, his punch misses its target. Good to see traditional Fridays in East London are being maintained.

Learn every postcode

I once had a job to Courtfield Gardens, it’s one of those locations in London that’s split into many different parts. We need number 22 and as I’m looking around for it, the idiot gives me the full postcode. What possible use is that, have I to memorise every postcode in London?

Sorry, I bumped into you

I was sitting in my cab in Regent’s Park I heard a loud thump. On of those Lycraed Lunatics, not looking on his bike has ridden into the back of a car. People stop and offer assistance, then leave not worrying about the poor bastard’s 08 VW. Well, at least he’ll be off his bike for a while.