Lost London: Elegy for Big Dave's Gusset

Having lived away from London for four years it’s been fascinating to come back and see my home city with fresh eyes. New stuff has appeared: the Shard, for example, already looks like it’s been part of the skyline for as long as I remember. The cable car across the...

My Teen Diary, Part One

Yesterday while rummaging through some papers I came across an old blue exercise book that I hadn’t seen in donkey’s years. It was a diary I’d kept in 1986, when I was fifteen years old. I was in one of the last years to sit O Levels and, with Michael Gove...

Fear: A Childhood

Having resumed my cricket career after a long hiatus recently I’ve noticed a few things that have gone missing in the intervening years: my old cricket bat – inadvertently flogged during a parental car boot sale, it seems – and the ability to stop a full, straight...

Estuary at the Museum of London Docklands

I have never before been moved to write about an exhibition – let alone one devoted to contemporary art – but the ‘Estuary’ exhibition at the Museum of London Docklands is such a wonderful thing that this is the best way I can encourage you to go short of...