Tat London Journal

Hey hey hey, there’s plenty below to keep you sweet. You could practically decorate an entire house with these picks — though you wouldn’t have a bed, or really any of those anchor pieces of furniture. But you’d have a decent collection of chairs, a few lamps, and some pictures. And honestly, I’ve seen worse houses out there.

Good golly, Miss Molly — going to Frieze Masters last week was the first time I’ve truly wanted to be a millionaire. Well, perhaps not the first, but the yearning to own some of those works of art really took me by surprise. Antiques have much the same effect on me. For most of the below, one doesn’t need to be a great millionaire — just someone with a little weight to their pocket.

There has been a rise in chatter about London of late. It seems to have become one of the world’s cesspits — at least, that’s how it’s spoken of. The far right in particular seem to hold a special disdain for the city, convinced that to take any joy in the capital is to somehow endorse the melting pot that it undoubtedly is. I’ve lived here for most of my life, walking more or less the same six-mile radius the entire time. Adventurous? No. But you can take from that a certain