Not only that, was rewarded with some items of architectural merit.
Early Georgian houses on Albury Street:
St Pauls Church.
Trinity Laban Conservatoire of Music and Dance
Also, I learned that Peter the Great had wild parties.
Not only that, was rewarded with some items of architectural merit.
Early Georgian houses on Albury Street:
St Pauls Church.
Trinity Laban Conservatoire of Music and Dance
Also, I learned that Peter the Great had wild parties.
In the 90s I used to have to visit someone who lived on the 17th floor of a block on the Pepys Estate. These visits were memorable for two reasons:
1. The overwhelming smell of urine in the common areas.
2. The feeling of surprise upon returning to the car to find it still there.
"Used to have to visit" them, did you?
By the way, have you seem that Abi Wilkinson is trolling you in today's Guardian?
https://www.theguardian.com/commenti...tax?CMP=twt_gu
Ex sister-in-law, innit. Fúck me, what a bunch she used to hang around with. They had 'community groups', 'craft workshops', 'poetry workshops', a whole range of actvities to cater for the feckless population of the estate. As far as I could work out, more than half of them were signed off on the sick. Lazy bástards.
I saw. I commented. I laughed at the kicking she is taking btl.
Yes, I went by there, and around the land that was once the shipyard. I was reminded of how it rivalled Tottenham as one of the grimmest places in London when I got to the places above. There wasn't time to explore all the high street but apparently it is trendifying a bit. The North end of the high street was a bit desolate for a saturday.
So some poor carpenter used to let Pepys nob his wife there in return for a favourable word put in which might gain him a better situation. And Christopher Marlowe was murdered there over a row about a restaurant bill.