London Fings by Paul D. Brazill

‘Once our beer was frothy  but now its frothy coffee…’ – Fings Ain’t Wot They Used T’be by Lionel Bart In 1959, the great Lionel Bart turned Frank Norman’s London set play ‘Fings Ain’t Wot They Used T’be’ into a musical comedy about ‘low-life characters in the 1950s, including spivs, prostitutes, teddy-boys and corrupt policemen’….

Fiction: Rebellious Jukebox by Graham Wynd

He took the bus because the cacophony was minutely less than on the underground, where the tinny tannoy kept up its assault with nonsense messages meant only to confuse. Not that you could make out what was being said. Anyone who tried was daft. You could read the boards though the times listed were often…

Fiction: TATTOOED EYEBROWS by Richard Godwin

One of the best pieces of advice that anyone gave me at that time, came from a Moldovan hooker. # London, the underbelly of the city like every metropolitan moral sewer across the over-populated globe, heaves with sexual hypocrisy and the status seeking disease. It is a hot summer sky washed clean by the endless…

London Noir by Paul D. Brazill

‘London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.’A Study In Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. So, it’s no great surprise that Britain’s capital city has lent itself to its own particular brand of noir, from the likes of con man Harry Fabian and his fellow…