There’s something about spending a Sunday afternoon in the pub that feels right. They just go together don’t they? A bit like bread and butter,

This is my Walthamstow. Tales, rants and meanderings of a proud resident of E17
There’s something about spending a Sunday afternoon in the pub that feels right. They just go together don’t they? A bit like bread and butter,
Just beyond Lea Bridge Road, at the place where the river divides, a war is raging. There are no guns or tanks or missiles, just
Heading out on a bleak November Saturday afternoon to spend an hour in the library may not sound like everyone’s cup of tea, unless of
As hard as it is to believe, sometimes, on very rare occasions, it doesn’t rain. The dark foreboding clouds turn a slightly less threatening shade