It's all happening in Brixton, by contrast. The best pub, a windmill, dragons, Hendrix and Marley, lost virginity and a huge stoat (or maybe stout).
Over in the east we find that the Geffrye Museum is a surprisingly good place for a bit of loving, while across the road you can indulge in some hating.
Greenwich offers a very bad smell (it's been there at least a decade), a whole high street of noodles, a couple of film locations, the launch site of Brunel's Great Eastern ship, and some kind of bar in Millwall.
Further South, not so much happening in Grove Park, but a nod to the Tutu.
Apparently, no one lives up in Kingsbury. Any readers beg to differ?
The bigger picture. Pretty much every corner of the capital gets some kind of comment. Except for Brockley. Where were all the Brockleyites?
Over in Richmond there's a warning to cyclists and talk of an white hart. Anyone got a photo?
And so to Wembley and, shhh, keep this one secret.
M@ introduces the map to a crowd of beered-up Londoners. Image by
Regular readers will know how we like to map stuff. At our fifth birthday party last week, we tried something a little different. We pinned a map of London to the pub wall and asked everyone who came along to write on their London gossip. You didn't disappoint. Click through the gallery for a few close-ups of
your secret London.
Last Updated 20 October 2009