Secret London.

Well, well well… Blogger certainly messed up this time. It lost my blog for a week of my life.

Moving on, last night I went here for an open mic night.

Safe to say that I definitely was not the one singing. They value their windows too much I expect.

It turned out that there were only about 6 people there, but the room was small and if you squinted and saw double then it filled the room out more.

There are places like this that I am really unaware of in London, really small kooky places where you can avoid the masses.

I met a guy who was telling me about ‘Secret London’. This is a microcosm full of hip young things who know where all the quirky hideaway places lie.

How come I am unaware of this? I am constantly hearing about little vintage, record and book shops that are slotted away behind all the commercialism of everything else.

For instance, Alexis mentions a poetry café in Covent Garden, where his poetry magazine ‘back to the machine gun’ do readings. I expect that it’s all by word of mouth really that you find out.

But I find myself wanting to live more and more in Secret London, void of flashing advertisements and people ramming you into the road.

It sounds like an enchanting place.