We are a little traumatised. Drinking sugared tea and wrapping ourselves in tinfoil helps. And nobody is looking at us strangely, which is nice. It's because they think we've just run the marathon. Now, Glitterditch does not do marathons, but it's interesting and vaguely satisfying to get some reflected… read more…

Yesterday, The Duke Spirit told us if they had the morning in London, they'd spend it in Billingsgate Market making a feast for Neptune (insert cool new album plug here). Now, Glitterditch had promised them that whatever they said they'd do, she'd go and do it the very next… read more…

Call us London addicts, but we couldn't help picking up Time Out to read on the train. Which is depressing, but it was this or a very tattered copy of the Daily Mail. Now, aside from the badly written listings that are all wrong, here's what you can learn… read more…