Wood Street market is one of those Walthamstow places that I’ve been banging on about for years. Its narrow alleyways are jam packed with little

This is my Walthamstow. Tales, rants and meanderings of a proud resident of E17
Wood Street market is one of those Walthamstow places that I’ve been banging on about for years. Its narrow alleyways are jam packed with little
Some would say that the Four Horsemen will indicate the start of the apocalypse, I think it will be something much simpler that brings about
I have no one to blame but myself. Actually, the more I think about it, the more I think it is mainly Mo’s fault. That’s
I could hear the rain on the roof. It was light at first, like a hundred butterflies flapping their wings on the asphalt above. Before
There I was, sitting in a dimly lit bar on Wood Street, discussing giant prawns and post-coital habits with two slightly tipsy, very giggly, ladies
Ask me to name my favourite places in Walthamstow, go on, I dare you. Actually, on second thoughts, it’s probably best that you don’t, I’d