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Windmill Street in Fitzrovia is no stranger to the automotive obstacle course that masquerades as its road surface.Potholes yawn wide like hungry hippos, swallowing tires and tempers in equal measure. So, when council inaction left the street resembling a lunar landscape, one resident decided to take matters into his own hands. Enter “Tar-nado” Ted, the self-proclaimed “Michelangelo of Mastic,” whose DIY…
To the Editor, With shaking hands and a rumbling stomach that still echoes the tremors of Bertie Blenkinsop’s “Bruiser,” I write to you today as a cautionary tale, a living, (barely) breathing testament to the culinary monstrosity that masquerades as a cocktail at “The Tipsy Toucan.” Oh, the hype! The allure of the forbidden, the Fitzrovia fizz that defied convention! Little…
Scrub-a-Dub-Dub, Fitzrovia Sweep-Up: Elsi Spike’s “Scrub Street Showdown” Makes Cleaning a Game Move over Monopoly, there’s a new battle for London’s streets, and this time, the weapons are brooms, mops, and a whole lot of determination. Elsi Spike, Fitzrovia’s queen of green thumb and champion of tidy alleyways, has unleashed “Scrub Street Showdown,” a board game that transforms the often-gritty reality of cleaning…
To the Editor, With a tremor of excitement that rivals the Bard’s most dramatic quakes, I write to you not from the hallowed halls of academia, but from the humble (and decidedly less dusty) confines of my Fitzrovia cellar. It is here, amidst damp earth and forgotten jars of jam, that I unearthed the literary treasure that has set the…
Counting for Cash: Little Learners Tackle Marathon (of Numbers) Forget bake sales and car washes, the pupils of St. Barnaby’s Primary are setting a new fundraising frontier with their ambitious “Count-a-Thon: From Zero to Hero (or at least Fifty)”. Yes, you read that right. These miniature mathletes are poised to recite their way to riches, one integer at a time. Headmistress, Miss Penelope…
Fitzrovia Manuscript Mania: Shakespearean Spectre or Scholarly Hoax? A dusty manuscript, unearthed from a forgotten nook, has thrown the world of Shakespearean scholarship into a tailspin. Is it a long-lost gem from the Bard’s pen? Or a cunningly crafted illusion, a phantom playwright dancing amidst the shadows of literary history? The manuscript, a tantalizingly fragmentary 50 pages, lacks a definitive title. But what…
To the Editor, I write to you today with a profound sense of disquiet, my quill dipped in both ink and indignation. The recent article detailing Professor Alistair “Tweety” Tweeble’s supposed avian translator has ruffled more than just feathers; it has ruffled my very soul. For you see, dear Editor, the technology Professor Tweeble so gleefully parades as his…
Professor Tweety Tweets: Decoding the Avian Lexicon “A sparrow reciting Chaucer? Parrots dropping Elizabethan slang? You must be mistaken,” a voice chirped. That voice,high-pitched and punctuated by excited trills, belonged to Professor Alistair “Tweety” Tweeble, the Fitzrovia ornithologist whose bird-to-English translator has ruffled feathers (and eyebrows) across the scientific community. We met in his flat, a cacophony of squawks and whistles…
Fitzrovia, that bohemian enclave nestled in the heart of London, has always been a breeding ground for the eccentric, the outrageous, and the downright hilarious. And when it comes to its colorful residents, well, they put the Fitz in Fitzrovia. Take Mildred “Mincemeat” Muldoon, who reigns supreme over Charlotte Street in a riot of neon hair and platform heels. A veteran of the punk…
Fitzrovia’s Bike Pod Boom: More Pods Than Spokes? Fitzrovia, the once-gritty heart of London’s creative scene, has undergone a curious transformation. Cobbled streets that once echoed with the rattle of paint cans and the hum of printers are now dotted with sleek, futuristic pods. No, these aren’t alien landing pods (yet), but bike storage pods, popping up like mushrooms after a rain shower….