Thanks to reader Conrad Ford today for his suggestion on a piece on the defunct South Kentish Town Underground Station (now an attractive “Cash Convertors”, see above.) South Kentish Town was a Northern Line station which closed in a strike in 1924, never reopened due to lack of use. Mr Ford suggests that one idea …
She might not be an obvious beauty, but she sure as hell hides some secrets in her frilly drawers. No, we’re not talking about Mrs Kentishtowner; we are, however, eulogizing the pleasures of Kentish Town Road, a high street so modest its traffic lights are probably glowing red as we speak. Ignore the bump of …
‘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, …
OK, so the picture makes it look deserted (Mrs Kentishtowner preferring to do her shopping at the crack of dawn) but a vibrant Italian market, which attracted a nice metropolitan mix of locals, descended on Queen’s Crescent on Saturday. Fondling the huge selection of breads, olive oils, cheeses and pastries, several Irish ladies, who had …
Cynics would argue that it must have been a quiet morning at the Standard yesterday, what with the home counties besieged by snow, as our beloved postcode received no less than a whole page of coverage. The news? Kooky Irish singer-songwriter Imelda May, a former NW5 resident, has released a ‘tribute to Kentish Town…and its …
Years ago, when Pulp’s masterpiece ‘This Is Hardcore’ was dropping like a stone out of the charts, Mrs Kentishtowner (then a rather svelte Miss Gant’s Hill) would like nothing more than to commiserate Jarvis’ misfortune over a lunchtime bowl of minestrone soup at Mario’s Cafe. It’s not hard to fathom why it was, and continues …
OK, so it might not be Primrose Hill or Regent’s Park, but Talacre Gardens, which adjoins Kentish Town West Overground station, has a charm of its own, with its walkways and fields, quiet area and towering trees. Furthermore, the park’s history is quite interesting. Never a preserved green space, its inception was the result of …
‘If I were The Oxford,’ announced Mrs Kentishtowner, her elbows on the table for a moment’s respite from a medium-rare steak that was anything but, ‘I’d pay a visit to the Canteen. And pronto.’ By which the good lady didn’t mean her work’s caff, but the new nearby all-day diner which is woo-ing the NW5 …
There’s nowhere else in the area like it. Some say it’s rundown and depressing, others that it’s unpretentious and one of the last pockets of real London. Go decide for yourself tomorrow (or every Thursday/Saturday), when the street market (one of the oldest in the capital) runs from 9am -3pm. If you arrive from Chalk …
We wrapped up in hats and scarves and headed out in sub-zero temperatures, across the frozen estates of Gospel Oak and down into the valley of Chetwynd Road
