I like to think of myself as an all weather cyclist, but there is one thing that gets to me, cold fingers. I don’t mind

This is my Walthamstow. Tales, rants and meanderings of a proud resident of E17
I like to think of myself as an all weather cyclist, but there is one thing that gets to me, cold fingers. I don’t mind
With feet like blocks of ice and a semi frozen face, I stumbled in to Armstrong Audio last week in search of a warm cuppa.
Tap rooms are like busses, you wait ages for one to come along and suddenly there’s loads of them. Not that I’m complaining, I love
Bakers arms has a new shop, a shop that sells one of the best combinations known to human kind, wine and cheese. Gnarly Vines, which
I love dog walks that end up with us popping in somewhere on the way home. In the summer we often end up stopping off
You know how people go on about how they have never seen Star Wars, well I had a similar claim. Until today, I had never