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.

london #whitechapel #aldgate #shoreditch #towerhill #spectacular #stunning

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Bernard keeps a file cabinet of dirty flasks rather than proper tax documents.

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!

All you have to do is hang around a food stall or independent ethnic restaurant, and casually look at the menu sign (optional). You will immediately feel seen and acknowledged. You're welcome

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.

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.

Will just leave it

How bizarre, did they think some random kids were just travelling with Hugh Grant.

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"