‘Really, is there anything that isn’t happening round here?’ asked Mrs Kentishtowner, as she waded in last night, arms aching from the Christmas shopping.
She was, of course, referring to Kentish Town Police Station’s surprise entry into world news. Yes, our very own crime-busting copshop was where dashing Wikileaks founder Julian Assange – and, ahem, the world’s most Wanted Man – chose to hand himself in yesterday morning, perhaps after enjoying a final expresso martini at nearby Spring Studios.
From the brief research carried out on The Kentishtowner’s mouse-sized budgets, it’s not clear why Assange selected this particular local nick (if anyone can enlighten us below, we’re all ears). Suffice to say, the man has impeccable taste when it comes to postcodes, at least.
Once you’ve pondered this footnote on the arse of the sprawling Wikileaks saga – and, for that matter, the incongruous existence of a palm tree outside a police gaff – why not cheer yourself up with a stroll to the nearby Prince Of Wales pub, now being redeveloped, to see where Adam Ant pulled out a gun back in 2002?
Oh my days, the sights we can show you in NW5.