Dabbler Diary – The Shoreditch Iago

Waking before dawn I first reached for my phone to check on England’s latest reassuringly routine cricket thrashing by Australia, then groaned out of bed to descend and in the kitchen force tea and toast into unwelcoming guts. Twice since the last diary I have had long work days in ... Read More...

Ruth Belville: The Greenwich Time Lady

Pictured above is an old london character - The Greenwich Time Lady, star of another strange story discovered on my tour around the weirder articles to be found on wikipedia... Ruth Belville (5 March 1854 – 7 December 1943), also known as the Greenwich Time Lady, was a businesswoman from London. She, ... Read More...

Mr Slang’s Diary

Brit's Dabbler Diary is taking an August break. So here, by popular demand, is a repeat of the one of the most memorable posts ever to appear on The Dabbler: the anti-diary, in which Mr Slang takes stroll through Great Wen and calls for Armageddon... Some Lord’s day. I know not ... Read More...

Dabbler Diary – The Cruelty of Saints

At lunchtime on the day before the Sunday People published pictures of Charles Saatchi engaging in ‘a playful tiff’ with his wife, I was standing at a market stall outside his magnificent art gallery in Chelsea, slurping down oysters laced with Tabasco. They were horribly delicious. I ate half a ... Read More...

Taxi Talk

Gantville cowboys, Butterboys and Sandy McNabs - Jonathon takes a ride through the world of taxi jargon (but doesn't, of course, go sarf of the river)... I am in a cab. The cabbie asks what lies in store. I explain that he is taking me home, which in my case is ... Read More...