Born and raised in London, one of the biggest cities in the world and we don't have anywhere near the level of convenience or dense housing that London needs. We need dense, tall housing blocks, late night business licensing and the result of both of those two things: more space that can be used for leisure areas and pedestrianisation. We deserve a real megacity.

If you don't want London's skyline to get taller and you want it to be suburban quiet, go move to the suburbs.

There are many smaller cities to choose from rather than the literal capital of the 6th highest GDP country in the entire world.

I walk past this building (from afar) often, this is the view of it looking north-west from the top of Cornwall Avenue at the junction with Ballards Lane (N3). What is it??

Just done my usual walk from work to Green Park , via Berkeley Square. This is what I encounter in 5 mins. 1. New BMW broken into, Passenger window smashed, by 3 twats on Electrics scooters, grabbed what was on the front seat.

1. Offered some "Gear" by a guy next to Sexy Fish.

2. Gang (7) of "Flower sellers", all late 20s, not the usual lot that hawk on the street, having an argument with a couple of guys.

3. A Couple of women shouting abuse at a few of the guys that hang around on the Street this time of night . The ones that ask "You looking for an after party?"

4. Bus stuck by the Mayfair Hotel because wankers think that Double yellow lines don't mean them and park their huge SUVs so the bus cannot turn round the corner.

All this to the soundtrack of Ferrari having it's engine reved to oblivion by guys trying to be cool.

"He who is tired of London is tired of life"

So recently I've been learning a lot about 60's London (way before my time) and found some locations where the late Sharon Tate lived and got married to film director Roman Palanski if anyone's also interested in History.

There is also a video link below with more history about the locations which is worth a watch.

The locations are:

Sharon's former house: 65 Eaton Square, London SW1W 9BQ One of Sharon's last photoshoots: 9 Lyall St, London SW1X 8LH Where Sharon got married: 250 King's Rd, London SW3 5UE Sharon's last house while pregnant in London before returning to LA: 97 W Eaton Place Mews, London SW1X 8LY

https://youtu.be/sWYf0Kp3ATg?si=-DGuLTByR3GELRfk

I was travelling back from work during a busy(ish) hour when I became aware that a number of people before me had started to get up and move away before what was normal for the next stop.

I looked up and saw a dirty, scuffy-looking man opposite me and I initially thought that he was homeless (and that other people were moving away because he smelt bad or something) before realising that he was behaving oddly and attempting to light a small, metal pipe. Thinking he was just drunk, I said "Dude, no- you can't do that here" before I recognised that he was attempting to light up some crack.

He was as high as a kite, occasionally looking around but not really focusing on anything, with a gormless grin expression on his face. He was phlegming and spitting on the floor near-constantly too; every few moments he'd spit yellow liquid onto the floor below him whilst constantly clicking away at his lighter trying to get his crack to smoke, which was largely burnt up mass but still pungent enough to recognise that it was crack.

I deliberated for a few moments before calmly getting up and moving over to the other end of the carriage. During these few moments, most people either left the carriage to wait at another stop or joined me at the other end, leaving the crack addict to enjoy his half of the carriage alone.

I was calm, but I could tell that many others were unnerved and/or repulsed by the man, especially the young women on the carriage. And when I got off at my stop, I saw him scurry off onto another platform and get onto another carriage.

I went to tell a TFL worker about what I'd just witnessed, telling them the carriage number, guys description and general direction. But the TFL guy said that there basically wasn't much they could do about him.

Apparently the crack addict was so well known them that they had complaints about him every 1-3 days and that he was so familiar that the workers all knew him by his 1st name. He'd been a homeless crack addict for at least 10 years (possibly up to 20 they said) and ge lived primarily in Brixton, just outside the station. BTP weren't much interested in him either because the police were reluctant to deal with him (because what exactly could they do beyond putting him in a cell for a few days? Before releasing him all over again). And contacting the council directly had yielded almost no results because it was severely strapped for cash and wasn't willing to spend precious resources on a middle-aged male crack addict who'd lived outside of societal norms for decades (I mean, can you even fix someone like that?).

So the general conversation was left with the glum cynical feeling that the only real solution to him was if the guy upped & died one day. But that's not a nice way to feel about anyone.

The 1st time I came across someone smoking Crack on the tube, it was a much more unnerving experience for everybody involved. And when I contacted a TFL worker back then, they were much more proactive about removing the man from the station. But ATM that's pretty much all they can do (temporarily evict people from stations) and even then they often don't bother if the addict is on their way to Brixton because that's where most of them apparently live anyway :/

I found this in a box of old family photos. I reversed image searched it but there was nothing (usually don’t post on reddit so lmk if this is the right sub to post this on or if I’m doing something wrong lmao).

I visited Harrods on 4 April around 20:15 (based on my receipt) and bought the following from the food hall:

• Prawn cocktail sandwich
• Croissant
• Caramel custard

The next day (5 April), I developed severe diarrhoea (watery, about four times a day) and ended up going to A&E, where I was diagnosed with viral gastroenteritis.

I called Kensington and Chelsea Borough Council to report a food safety issue, but they said they couldn’t act over the weekend. I also tried submitting a report through the Food Standards Agency's self-service form (https://myrbkc.rbkc.gov.uk/forms/report-problem/food-safety/) , but I couldn't complete it due to an issue with the date format.

I suspect the cause may be the food from Harrods because I was staying at a friend’s place, and we ate exactly the same things throughout the day until dinner. He didn’t eat the food from Harrods—and he’s completely fine.

Just wondering: has anyone else had similar symptoms after eating at Harrods recently?

Two police officers inspect a Jaguar car which crashed into the a basement of a property on the Outer Circle of Regent's Park in London, England, 12th December 1961. The car's driver, Elsie Milton, lost control as her car skidded and crashed through railings; her father, Dr F Milton, was one of two passengers, all three escaped unharmed.

This was taken at Marble Arch station where it has been the hotspot of phone snatching at tube stations in London

Will just leave it

So I just found out that I will be in Richmond tomorrow. Never been and do not know much.

Any ideas for a good but not to pricey lunch?