Right; roll up sleeves time, people. An accident befell my friends at Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park not too long ago; a ruddy great tree decided it was time to collapse and in the process it took out a monument that is now in pieces on the floor. Tower Hamlets doesn’t have the most spectacular tombs but what it does is act as a repository of the honest Londoner; it’s a reminder of a time when this part of London wasn’t the nicest of places to live and work – airs and graces are

Right; roll up sleeves time, people. An accident befell my friends at Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park not too long ago; a ruddy great tree decided it was time to collapse and in the process it took out a monument that is now in pieces on the floor. Tower Hamlets doesn’t have the most spectacular tombs but what it does is act as a repository of the honest Londoner; it’s a reminder of a time when this part of London wasn’t the nicest of places to live and work – airs and graces are

Hard to imagine this part of the East End being a queer sanctuary and a once idyllic rural retreat… I recently gave a walking tour around old Bromley-By-Bow on behalf of my good friends at Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park and the Women’s Environmentalist Network. It’s an area I’m vaguely familiar with, as my old local Toby Carvery had a picture of the ruined churchyard of its church, Bromley St Leonard’s, up on the wall. A delightful part of E20 on the wall of a building in BR2. I

Hard to imagine this part of the East End being a queer sanctuary and a once idyllic rural retreat… I recently gave a walking tour around old Bromley-By-Bow on behalf of my good friends at Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park and the Women’s Environmentalist Network. It’s an area I’m vaguely familiar with, as my old local Toby Carvery had a picture of the ruined churchyard of its church, Bromley St Leonard’s, up on the wall. A delightful part of E20 on the wall of a building in BR2. I

by Sheldon This Saturday, let us take you on trip back in time (without a TARDIS, sadly) to the East-End. This isn’t the East End of coffee shops, vintage stores and cereal cafes. This is the East End where war heroes lived above shops, mourning achievements of yesteryear, where philanthropists makes it their life mission to improve the living conditions of countless children and the medic who was to uncover what Jack the Ripper did to what we now understand to be his first

by Sheldon This Saturday, let us take you on trip back in time (without a TARDIS, sadly) to the East-End. This isn’t the East End of coffee shops, vintage stores and cereal cafes. This is the East End where war heroes lived above shops, mourning achievements of yesteryear, where philanthropists makes it their life mission to improve the living conditions of countless children and the medic who was to uncover what Jack the Ripper did to what we now understand to be his first

As we pause and remember the sacrifices made all those years ago, here’s a true story that I often tell as part of my Tower Hamlets Cemetery tour. This story of heroism from a legend on the Battlefield deserves a special mention. Ten years since the last shots were fired in the Great War, the bustling traders of Burgess Street in Limehouse were readying themselves to adhere to the two minutes silence on Armistice Day that would honour their fallen friends, brothers, sons and

As we pause and remember the sacrifices made all those years ago, here’s a true story that I often tell as part of my Tower Hamlets Cemetery tour. This story of heroism from a legend on the Battlefield deserves a special mention. Ten years since the last shots were fired in the Great War, the bustling traders of Burgess Street in Limehouse were readying themselves to adhere to the two minutes silence on Armistice Day that would honour their fallen friends, brothers, sons and

by Sheldon To say people mourned was an understatement. As the carriage passed through the gates of Bow Cemetery, thousands of mourners gazed upon the handsome horse-drawn carriage that contained the remains of a fighter. His coffin was barely visible beneath the floral tributes which only barely expressed the sentiment so many felt at his death. A fighter for social justice, the rights of workers and the personal nemesis of poverty. The year was 1921 and Will Crooks was dead

by Sheldon To say people mourned was an understatement. As the carriage passed through the gates of Bow Cemetery, thousands of mourners gazed upon the handsome horse-drawn carriage that contained the remains of a fighter. His coffin was barely visible beneath the floral tributes which only barely expressed the sentiment so many felt at his death. A fighter for social justice, the rights of workers and the personal nemesis of poverty. The year was 1921 and Will Crooks was dead