Aside from the minor inconvenience of trying to walk through Kilburn Grange Park just as the gates closed, our evening at local Indian restaurant Ruchi got off to a good start. Plenty of newbies joined a few of the whampreview … Continue reading →
On the 1st of May 1913, the gates to Kilburn Grange Park were thrown open to the public for the first time, but without any fanfare or celebration. The fact that Kilburn still has this fantastic open space owes more … Continue reading →
For my latest fitness review, I’ve looked into my crystal ball to discover how the people of West Hampstead will be exercising in the future. We’ll be consuming our Eggs Benedict and soya latte in pill form, naturally, but how … Continue reading →
Everyone knows a bowl of noodles is a great hangover cure, so I recently tried my own remarkable scientific experiment by doing things in reverse: noodles before launching into the wine. Would this be the first of my self-proclaimed hangover … Continue reading →
Before London On his dad’s side, Sean, or as his birth certificate records ‘Thomas’ Connery, had Irish roots. His dad was Joe, a jobbing labourer in Edinburgh who married Effie Maclean in 1928. Thomas (Tommy) was born two years later … Continue reading →
Stopped off for a jolly good Sunday evening bite to eat in The Black Lion the other week (the West Hampstead one, not the splendid pub in Kilburn which I’m also very fond of). I was intrigued to try the … Continue reading →
It was a cold night when 24 of us arrived in one fell swoop at Hana. The newish Persian grill restaurant tucked round the corner of West End Lane knew we were coming and the welcome was warm. Several of … Continue reading →
Ghost stories associated with Kilburn and West Hampstead are rare and the phenomenon short-lived: we’ve found a couple of hoaxes, a poltergeist and an innocuous clergyman. One man thought otherwise: ‘Kilburn is the most haunted district in London’ declared Irish … Continue reading →
In 1935 Scotland Yard was warned by the German police that forged English £5 notes were being sold there at half their face value. Detective Inspector George Hatterill, who spoke several languages, was sent to Berlin to track down the … Continue reading →
I managed to find an excuse for a couple of West Hampstead breakfasts on a recent weekend and thought I’d briefly compare the merits of two friendly NW6 favourites. First up, The Kitchen Table, and a nicely presented breakfast of … Continue reading →
