Monday, 29 December 2014

Borough Market - my favourite place in Britain


Borough Market is 1000 years old and sits on the south side of the River Thames. It is nestled between the 800 year old Southark Cathedral and the brand new Shard skyscraper and I wouldn’t swap it for either of them. Borough Market Info

I moved to the capital in 1990 and quickly settled into the North West London style of life, which meant rarely going South.

In fact I ventured South of the River only when a band I absolutely needed to see were playing at Brixton Academy. These journeys were military affairs. Surgical in their planning and meticulous in their execution. In, out, and leave not a trace. This North side snobbery is well known in most major River cities but in London it is ingrained to such an extent that it is widely acknowledged that you can’t get a regular taxi to ever take you 'over there'. “Sorry mate, I don’ go Sarf”   

It was only in 2011 when redundancy and impending destitution forced me to find a more affordable residence that I found myself heading across the River.

For the most part my long held suspicions were proven correct. South London has little or no functioning infrastructure. The Tube trains don’t go here, the road system is a wriggly nose to tail mess and the buildings are mainly dirty and dull. A decrepit Victorian era tunnel and a totally rubbish ferry service are the only connections for a car owner between North and South London and the anonymous residential areas merge one with another in a never ending 'mis en scene' of shabbiness; I should say that Blackheath, Dulwich, Chislehurst and the centre of Greenwich do provide some respite from this, but overall there is very little that would make anyone want to ‘go South’; except for the love of fresh, exciting, affordable and extraordinarily high quality food.

Shortly after picking up my SE postcode someone told me I ought to visit Borough Market and after some prevarication I got up early one Saturday morning, boarded the 8.04 to London Bridge and discovered my favourite place in Britain!

Borough Market is a cornucopia of stalls, traders, mind blowing food, wondrous smells, romantic sounding accents and gorgeous French girls selling fabulous cheeses brought over from Normandy that very morning.

There are far too many wonderful things to list them all, but you should know that my life has been improved exponentially by the discovery of Chorizo and Saucisson from  The Ham & Cheese Company , Tortano and Chelsea Buns from The Flour Station , Fiery Red Chili stuffed Olives from  The Fresh Olive Company , Wagyu Beef Burgers from The Exotic Meat Company and top of them all, everything from The Ginger Pig .

The Ginger Pig is the most helpful and consistently excellent butcher probably anywhere. Their Pork cuts are fantastic, their Black Pudding exquisite, their smoked Bacon is simply perfect and it would be sheer foolishness to try to explain how wonderful their Sausages, particularly their Garlic Toulouse Sausages, are.

For food and atmosphere, for vibe and friendliness, Borough Market is the place to visit for anyone living in or visiting London. 



Sunday, 28 December 2014

Things I Love

Chili Flakes – Without a doubt chili flakes are the single greatest condiment civilization has known. Add them to pretty much anything and whatever it is that you have upon your plate will be improved.


An ever present jug of water with a sliced lemon thrown into it on the second shelf of my fridge. I don’t remember when I started to do this but I can’t imagine how I managed to exist before I did. It’s the first thing I drink every morning and the last thing every night. Quite fantastic.

Paris tonight - 7th January 2014 
It's not just something I love, it is something we should all love 
Not Afraid - Pas Peur
Liberte, Egalite et Fraternité


Things I Hate

1. Why turn the central heating off at night, when the temperature drops; only to turn it on again in the morning when the temperature rises? I like to follow Mrs Thatcher’s sage advice; “if you want to get work done, stay a little cold and a little hungry”; but at night please give me a warm bed in a warm room and a consequently cosy, deep, sleep.

2. Why do people insist on mocking the music that brought them joy in their youth? It’s not a ‘guilty pleasure’, it’s the stuff that has made you who you are; have confidence in it. Particularly if it’s got a great melody, an irresistible beat and a big fat sing-along chorus.

3. The way white food, particularly rice, bread, potatoes and flour, sneak into my view & tempt me with their shallow transitory yumminess only to leave me with backache and lethargy for the next 24 hours. I need to remind myself; just forget ‘em, they only ever make you unhappy…

4. Coriander, which I’ve just discovered is known as Cliantro in the USA, possesses a taste so repugnant and foul-some that it has the ability to ruin any other food it comes into contact with. I have often been left aghast at why anyone would sprinkle this loathsome leaf on top of a wonderful curry or secretly embed it within a beautiful salad and utterly bemused why so many of my friends seem to not have a clue as to what it is that I find so offensive about this grotesque herb; however I’ve just found out. Apparently the gene OR6A2 imbues some of us with a powerful sensitivity to aldehyde chemicals and the flavour of Coriander is carried mainly by those damned aldehyde chemicals, consequently the greater our sensitivity to these chemicals the more we will be repulsed by Coriander. So I hate coriander because my OR6A2 gene is bigger and better than yours. You know it….