If you’ve used the London Underground enough times, you know the rules: don’t make eye contact, stand on the right, etc. Very Simple and effective. Yet every so often, someone ignores this social contract.

Thursday. Northern Line. People crowd the doorway like it’s a lifeboat—even though there’s clearly space further in. Enter a hero I choose to call Karen in Shining Armour. She storms to the front and screams - louder than all the overbearing announcements - for everyone to move down.

And just like that, the Red Sea parts. Space magically appears. Air returns. I don’t have to have to wait a couple of minutes for the next train - extreme happiness, tears in my eyes.

Honestly, this is my unpopular shout out to all the good “Karens” out there.. TfL should add “Karen energy” to the job description. “Please move right down inside the carriage… or Karen will make you.”

Based on the sci-fi book from William Gibson.

I really hope the people of Reddit can helps. Batman is a local elderly cat at the harrow hall of residence. He was lured outside by the 2 people pictured and chucked in a bag. They are desperately trying to find him as he’s 16 and dog baiting is a real concern. I know the people of Reddit are super sluethers, so can anyone help locating the two individuals photographed.

As a former Parisian (who's not actually french to know how to bake my own), I crave croissants, pain au chocolats, baguettes, etc. But my heart dies a little every time I see a £3.50 baguette, when I know in my heart they cost 1.20€/£1. I haven't yet had the heart to buy them at that price. The only long boi I've had the heart to buy was this time I saw an épée for £4 and thought that was an okay price for something fancy, and some almond croissants.

Preferably somewhere in zone 1 or along/near the Liz Line, would be great!

Born and raised in London, one of the biggest cities in the world and we don't have anywhere near the level of convenience or dense housing that London needs. We need dense, tall housing blocks, late night business licensing and the result of both of those two things: more space that can be used for leisure areas and pedestrianisation. We deserve a real megacity.

If you don't want London's skyline to get taller and you want it to be suburban quiet, go move to the suburbs.

There are many smaller cities to choose from rather than the literal capital of the 6th highest GDP country in the entire world.

Cham Kampung Boy was the tasty treat yesterday.

The chicken is Ayam Berempah, a sort of fried chicken, served with rice (Nasi Lemak). The rice was great, coconut rice with all sorts of spices, roasted peanuts and tiny dried fish, served with a red sambal and half a boiled egg on top.

The noodles are Ipoh Mee Kari, served in a bath of (I guess) coconut milk, chili oil and fish sauce, with rice cake,, boiled egg, fried tofu, some sort of omelette, prawns and greens.

Shout out also to some of the other places in there - Uzbek Corner, Abu Maher, Normah's, and the Brazilian place looked pretty good.

Will just leave it

I’ve been called for jury service and I’m actually quite looking forward to getting a peek into the workings of the legal system. I’ve been told there’s a lot of sitting around and waiting, so am I able to bring my laptop with me during the sitting around and waiting parts?

I’m aware it’s not possible when the court stuff starts but I’m not sure how long that would take.

Has anyone who’s done jury service got any advice or insight? I’m interested to know how it all works.

Just done my usual walk from work to Green Park , via Berkeley Square. This is what I encounter in 5 mins. 1. New BMW broken into, Passenger window smashed, by 3 twats on Electrics scooters, grabbed what was on the front seat.

1. Offered some "Gear" by a guy next to Sexy Fish.

2. Gang (7) of "Flower sellers", all late 20s, not the usual lot that hawk on the street, having an argument with a couple of guys.

3. A Couple of women shouting abuse at a few of the guys that hang around on the Street this time of night . The ones that ask "You looking for an after party?"

4. Bus stuck by the Mayfair Hotel because wankers think that Double yellow lines don't mean them and park their huge SUVs so the bus cannot turn round the corner.

All this to the soundtrack of Ferrari having it's engine reved to oblivion by guys trying to be cool.

"He who is tired of London is tired of life"

I’ve got a ticket to the 16:00 screening of Memories of Murder (dir. Bong Joon-ho) at picturehouse central which I sadly won’t be able to use due to a nasty cold :(

If you’d like it, lemme know and I’ll send the qr code over. It is genuinely one of my top films and I highly recommend!!!

Thanks :)

I walk past this building (from afar) often, this is the view of it looking north-west from the top of Cornwall Avenue at the junction with Ballards Lane (N3). What is it??

I found this in a box of old family photos. I reversed image searched it but there was nothing (usually don’t post on reddit so lmk if this is the right sub to post this on or if I’m doing something wrong lmao).

So recently I've been learning a lot about 60's London (way before my time) and found some locations where the late Sharon Tate lived and got married to film director Roman Palanski if anyone's also interested in History.

There is also a video link below with more history about the locations which is worth a watch.

The locations are:

Sharon's former house: 65 Eaton Square, London SW1W 9BQ One of Sharon's last photoshoots: 9 Lyall St, London SW1X 8LH Where Sharon got married: 250 King's Rd, London SW3 5UE Sharon's last house while pregnant in London before returning to LA: 97 W Eaton Place Mews, London SW1X 8LY

https://youtu.be/sWYf0Kp3ATg?si=-DGuLTByR3GELRfk

I was travelling back from work during a busy(ish) hour when I became aware that a number of people before me had started to get up and move away before what was normal for the next stop.

I looked up and saw a dirty, scuffy-looking man opposite me and I initially thought that he was homeless (and that other people were moving away because he smelt bad or something) before realising that he was behaving oddly and attempting to light a small, metal pipe. Thinking he was just drunk, I said "Dude, no- you can't do that here" before I recognised that he was attempting to light up some crack.

He was as high as a kite, occasionally looking around but not really focusing on anything, with a gormless grin expression on his face. He was phlegming and spitting on the floor near-constantly too; every few moments he'd spit yellow liquid onto the floor below him whilst constantly clicking away at his lighter trying to get his crack to smoke, which was largely burnt up mass but still pungent enough to recognise that it was crack.

I deliberated for a few moments before calmly getting up and moving over to the other end of the carriage. During these few moments, most people either left the carriage to wait at another stop or joined me at the other end, leaving the crack addict to enjoy his half of the carriage alone.

I was calm, but I could tell that many others were unnerved and/or repulsed by the man, especially the young women on the carriage. And when I got off at my stop, I saw him scurry off onto another platform and get onto another carriage.

I went to tell a TFL worker about what I'd just witnessed, telling them the carriage number, guys description and general direction. But the TFL guy said that there basically wasn't much they could do about him.

Apparently the crack addict was so well known them that they had complaints about him every 1-3 days and that he was so familiar that the workers all knew him by his 1st name. He'd been a homeless crack addict for at least 10 years (possibly up to 20 they said) and ge lived primarily in Brixton, just outside the station. BTP weren't much interested in him either because the police were reluctant to deal with him (because what exactly could they do beyond putting him in a cell for a few days? Before releasing him all over again). And contacting the council directly had yielded almost no results because it was severely strapped for cash and wasn't willing to spend precious resources on a middle-aged male crack addict who'd lived outside of societal norms for decades (I mean, can you even fix someone like that?).

So the general conversation was left with the glum cynical feeling that the only real solution to him was if the guy upped & died one day. But that's not a nice way to feel about anyone.

The 1st time I came across someone smoking Crack on the tube, it was a much more unnerving experience for everybody involved. And when I contacted a TFL worker back then, they were much more proactive about removing the man from the station. But ATM that's pretty much all they can do (temporarily evict people from stations) and even then they often don't bother if the addict is on their way to Brixton because that's where most of them apparently live anyway :/