The magical open spaces of Brockwell Park and Clap’ham Common.

Procrastinating the entire summer away at The Oval.

Early Saturday morning starts, rolling out with the Dulwich Paragon.

Monthly conversations with Keef, the finest window cleaner in South London.

The bicycling community at Herne Hill velodrome.

The beauty of the inner architecture.

Bob’s Bikes, SE17 – the best bike mechanic in London.

The majestic splendour of Lord’s.

Climbing College Road on my way up towards Crystal Palace, or climbing Chalk Farm Road on my way up towards Hampstead Heath – a London bicyclist’s rites of passage.

The Secret Garden at Brockwell Park – *shhh*

Being able to find people, just like you, in such a large city.

Tuttle.

The smell of lavenders around SW8, radiating from Vauxhall Park.

99p shops.

Being able to find whatever you want from around the world, all within a three-mile radius.

Crossing the Thames, South to North, or North to South – always a pleasure.

Afternoon tea at Chumleigh Gardens.

Drunken Brixton nights out at High Does It Feel.

The intimacy and warmth of Shakespeare’s Globe.

The secret tunnels, rivers and societies.

The finest French stick and olive bread in South London, all baked right on my SW8 doorstep at Di Lietos, South Island Place.

Riding the escalator at Angel tube.

Bonkers Brixton Windmill.

Performing my own personal time trial, cycling down The Mall.

The challenge of the weekly WWSI photo shoot [R.I.P]

Curry Club at the Crown & Sceptre, Streatham South Circular.

My man Goran, the SW8 handyman whose business card informs me that he has ‘a licence to drill.’ Better believe it.

Buying up half the hardware on sale along Tottenham Court Road.

The patient manner of Rabia, my lovely dentist for the past fifteen years: “I know you’re not a very good patient, and so I’m going to knock you out and put you right under for the rest of the afternoon.”

The veggie buffet currie at Chapel Street Market, Islington, and confusing Eat As Much As You Like with Eat As Much As You Can.

Humming Waterloo Sunset in my head, each time I cycle between the Imax and Aldwych.

The view from the top tier of the member’s Pavilion at The Oval. The panoramic of the city stretches from Battersea across to St Paul’s.

The bonkers bicycling jumble sales held at Herne Hill Velodrome.

The Greenwich foor tunnel.

The view of the four towering chimney’s of Battersea.

Vauxhall City Farm.

The run of charity shops in Clap’ham from KFC down to Blockbusters.

Living in Little Porto, and partying with the crazy locals every two years when their team does rather well at a major football competition.

South London sun tans.

Sitting at the front and driving the DLR.

Living within walking distance of Brixton Academy, and feeling smug at having out-touted a tout, buying up a ticket for a fiver once the band are on stage.

The smell of the Thames.

Part cafe, part bicycling workshop, the Old Street establishment is fast becoming a central meeting point for London cyclists. It offers somewhere to meet up for fellow riders, share road experiences and refresh, before rolling out once again.

Cafes that cater for cyclists are surprisingly rare. There’s Cafe St Germain at Crystal Palace, although this is more a cafe of coincidence, serving as the regular roll out location for the mighty Dulwich Paragon.

With my morning cycling companion @richardgallon cutting a swath through the back streets of the city, we pulled up outside Look Mum, and locked up our Raleigh rides. As you would expect, parking provision is ample, both outdoors and indoors within the spacious set up.

Bicycles old and new hang from the walls and the ceiling. Some of these are for sale, some are historical reminders as to how far, and yet also how little cycling has changed over the past one hundred years.

We ordered an espresso and a cappuccino, and then chose to soak up the morning sun, sitting outside towards the front of the cafe. Despite being positioned in the centre of Old Street, there was still a feeling of tranquilly and shelter away from the main stretch of the road.

Bicycling books, magazines and clothes are all for sale. Races are also shown on the main projector. Time was running against me, but I was intrigued by the live screening of the Tour of Poland later in the afternoon.

In a week where cycling within London has hopefully become more inclusive, it was reassuring to see that Look Mum has little of the snob factor that can sometimes become absorbed within cycling circles. Our couple of hours spent drinking coffee saw a range of different riders and bicycles enter the building – road racers, fixies, Brompton boys and girls, weekend hybrids, MTB’s and even a couple of those very nice bicycling Bobbies.

The coffee was the quality that you would expect for the £2.40 price; the food looked incredibly tempting. The sausage pie in particular almost got the better of me, but I feared it would slow down my return passage climbing the category one climb that is the North side of Blackfriars Bridge.

A morning of gossip soon passed. The guys in the workshop worked on a couple of bikes right next to where we were sitting. They were approachable, and happy to answer any basic bicycling questions. It is this shared sense of community that will hopefully keep Look Mum in business, once the current buzz of bicycling in London calms down once again.

With Old Street being something of a regular route for many London cyclists, Look Mum already has a potential passing trade. The coffee and cycling culture now established should hopefully see the business continue to build.

Chapeau!

Lordy.

A quick rally around of the troops, and we soon had two London bloggers and a bit, all bound for EC2; the fine @Darryl1974 and, um, @AnnaJCowen both accompanied me to my favourite London museum.

What I absolutely adore about the MOL is that is *the* museum for Londoners. It has no pretensions to take arid artefacts and present them as some great moment of social history. It simply tells the story of London, as experienced by everyday Londoners.

Back in the day job and I usually visit the MOL a couple of times a year. There’s a huge gulf however in safely guiding the kids over to the Great Fire exhibit, and then having a whole Monday morning to yourself to see what else is on offer.

The recent refurbishment has somewhat passed me by. I didn’t see what was wrong with the old exhibits, and to be honest, after my Monday morning trip, I didn’t actually see anything new of great significance.

The massive sprawling map that greets you by the main entrance is a work of art in itself – nope, it *really is* a work of art, lovingly printed on to a vast canvas and spreading out to show the entire South East in micro detail.

We spent at least five minutes marvelling at the map, and then five minutes further coming up with a list of other London bloggers that I bet would spend at least double the time taking in the delectation of the cartography.

What then followed was a quick spin in the time machine as we raced from Roman London through until contemporary times. Men in skirts ‘aint really my thing. It was more of a gossip with the good @Darryl1974 as we ploughed through Ancient, Middle Age, Medieval and Jacobean London.

I’m more interested in modern day history, and so we took it at something of a more gentile pace come the turn of the nineteenth century. This is where the MOL becomes political with the suffragette and Trade Union movements first both appearing in tandem.

The Struggle for the Living Wage placard could equally apply to Lambeth 2010, as it did to old London town in 1910. Likewise for the exhibits depicting the appalling state of social housing.

Fearful or rejecting all that had gone before, it was still the 1960′s, ’70s and ’80′s that I was interested in. It’s a mighty long way from mini-skirts to Miss Dynamite, and I know which of these still holds more contemporary relevance.

The early covers of Time Out reminded me of the downward social history trajectory of the magazine. A poster for the Rock Against Racism gig at Brockwell Park in the summer of ’94 reminded me of my age. @richardgallon probably actually wore the original Stations of the Crass T-shirt on display.

Much of the new MOL appears to be of the dreaded interactive variety. At least this will keep the kids happy back in the day job, when they bore of the endless Great Fire images.

But it is still the old style exhibits that kept my interest. The MOL is the type of attraction that you can visit and re-visit each month, each time finding something new and fascinating. In true timeline fashion, @AnnaJCowen and I are fast running out of diary space to take in future MOL visits. Time to make some personal history of our own…

“Great Titchfield Street runs from Oxford Street almost right up to the Euston Road. It is a street that has a sense of hustle and bustle.

Developed by the Dukes of Portland, the street actually appears in Rocque’s famous map of London of 1746. The street was always home to London’s fashion and garment industry, but now your more likely to find digital agencies and post-production suites.

The street does however keep it’s tradition and variety of eateries. If you can think of it, you seem to pretty much be able to get it here. Of particular interest is the Scandinavian Kitchen if you’re look for something a bit off-beat.”

“An ancient street in the middle of the City with two very modern additions this week. Houndsditch is so called as it was once a ditch on one side of the London Wall, it grew so full of waste (let’s be nice about it) and dead dogs that it got it’s name.

It’s pretty much like any other City side street, until you reach the Liverpool Street end, where rises the rather ugly Heron Tower. What it lacks in aesthetics, it does make up for in size, being the tallest building in the City and the second in the UK.

At the other end is another new development, St Botolophs, which is nowhere near as tall and also, sadly, rather faceless.

Apparently as you near Bishopsgate there are gaps between the buildings. These are said to be the sites of plague pits.”

Great Ormond Street, WC1, The Way We See It.

“I really enjoy going to famous London street that for some reason, you probably never visit. Great Ormond Street is one such street. It’s most famous inhabitant is the Children’s Hospital. It was founded in 1852 as the Hospital for Sick Children.

One source of income for the hospital comes from J. M. Barrie’s Peter Pan. In 1929 he gave the rights to the book to the hospital on condition that they didn’t disclose how much they made from it.

The street it’s in is in two parts, dissected by Lambs’ Conduit Street and the part to the east is a wonderful, if short, stretch of residential properties that take you back into a bit of a different age.”

Gosh.

The occasion was for the book launch of the lovely @girlonetrack‘s second publication, The Girl With a One Track Mind: Exposed. The narrative picks up from the gross intrusion by The Sunday Times in outing Abby Lee as Zoe Margolis.

Having written about celebrating female sexuality, the fallout led to Zoe losing her job, having to backtrack and address past relationships in the book, as well as being demonised as a promiscuous female.

Thankfully the hypocritical agenda put forward by The Sunday Times wasn’t a lesson in morality that most like-minded people subscribe to. Out of an incredibly stressful period for Zoe and her family, the author has emerged to publish a second book, as well as carving out a successful career as a commentator and advisor on sexual health.

The Groucho on Monday evening was something of a celebration for all that Zoe has been through since The Sunday Times outed her some four years ago. Friends and supporters came along in large numbers.

Zoe’s case is a fantastic case study of how controlling your own online identity is so vital when up against the forces of mainstream media misreporting. The gathering at The Groucho reflected this, with old school bloggers mingling with media personalities who are sympathetic to Zoe’s experience.

Having been advised to “dress smartly’ for the occasion, I was rewarded with the wearing of a cravat scarf by being doorstopped by Heather Brooke.

“You’re wearing a cravat!” was the introductory remark, of which there wasn’t really any answer.

I didn’t recognise Heather, but after bumbling along about what had brought me out to support Zoe, I soon realised that Heather is @newsbrooke, the incredibly talented journo who is responsible for pretty much cleaning up Parliament.

Blimey.

Other great conversations followed with @cathredfern, @JonnyB, @miketd, @sashinka and @gordon. Plus @girlonetrack of course, who I think did rather well in making some crucial points, despite being tired and emotional towards the end of the evening.

There is a woefully twisted irony in Zoe being subjected to yet another gross mistrust of twisted media values, during the very same weekend that her book addressing irresponsible reporting is published. For legal reasons, we were unable to talk about recent events.

I left the Groucho just in time for the last tube home, proudly walking out with my sponsor’s goody bag from Durex. Having a company responsible for promoting safe sex aligning itself with Zoe, speaks volumes about the misguided attack by The Sunday Times.

Back at base and I fumbled around a bit in the Durex bag.

Cripes.

Where on earth does that go?

I have much to learn.

Blimey.

After taking on the RBS bankers at Speaker’s Corner, and then offering real redemption for prison inmates, it was Back to Basics with Billy Bragg, and back to the day job for a ULU gig on Saturday night.

Sort of.

The show was in support of raising funds for fighting the BNP at the general election. It’s the kind of gig that Bill has put himself up for throughout the past twenty-five years.

You need funds to fight the forces that want to upset our social cohesion. It also helps to have a one-man band full of charisma to spread the message, and one who has resolutely refused to compromise and allow his principles to be diluted.

I often watch Billy Bragg and come away wishing that our politicians were more like him. But it’s a messy business politics. It’s all about power, posturing and back scratching. Billy Bragg deserves better.

The gig itself was Billy Bragg at his best. There’s nowhere to hide on stage for one man and his guitar. The set mixed up Life’s a Riot with Brewing Up and even some Mermaid Avenue.

The message was anti-fascism, pro-compassion and a belief in community. Politicians have changed policies, and big business has taken control of our society over the past quarter of a century. The solution remains the same. Billy Bragg put it across perfectly on stage at ULU on Saturday night.

In the absence of any political party being brave enough to put forward a genuinely progressive agenda ahead of the election, it’s a sorry state for democracy when we have to rely on a pop star to raise the profiles of the issues that matter.

Billy Bragg’s tireless campaigning against the payment of million pound plus bonuses to the bankers of the nationalised RBS Bank, has forced politicians to debate the issue.

But Saturday night at ULU was all about stopping the BNP in Barking and Dagenham, Bill’s home patch. With the general election nothing but a “wishy washy choice between two parties that are the same,” the real issue in Essex is stopping the fascists.

It is here where BNP thug Nick Griffin is trying to get elected as an MP with a mandate for racism. With the Labour party weak on the ground, now is the time to expose the BNP for all the hatred that it represents.

April 17th is a key day in the constituency. It has been put aside to campaign against the fascists that want to take control of Barking and Dagenham. Put aside serious concerns over Tory funding, Nu Labour’s love affair with big business and the LibDems, well, I’m not entirely sure about anything to do with the LibDems – fighting fascists in the crucial battle at the general election.

As yer man said on Saturday night:

“Wearing badges is not enough, in days like these.”

Slightly late on the uptake here, but Sunday night and I was West End bound for yet another evening with @billybragg. I’ve seen the Bard more times in the past month than I have all year. And there’s still more to come with a gig at ULU this weekend.

Blimey.

But this wasn’t your traditional Billy Bragg gig. The performance at the Prince Charles Cinema concluded the screening of Breaking Rocks, the film telling the remarkable story of the Jail Guitar Doors project:

Jail Guitar Doors is an independent initiative, which aims to provide instruments to those who are using music as a means of achieving the rehabilitation of prison inmates.

Put simply, Billy (and others) raise money to fund the purchase of guitars for inmates. Aware of the scope that music can have for positive action, the aim is firmly on rehabilitation, and possible opportunities post release from prison.

Yeah, yeah – why should we give resources to criminals who rob, assault and genuinely cause problems within society? As Mark Thomas explains during the film – people who try and politicise the penal system are forgetting that most prisoners are eventually released. It therefore makes sense to try and change their behaviour, and offer our support.

Jail Guitar Doors isn’t advocating a brand new Fender bass for mass murderers. There are some criminals that deserved to be locked up for life, such is the severity of their crime, as Billy Bragg explained on the night.

It’s the career petty criminals, sucked into a cycle of crime and abuse that the project tries to help. There are some genuine success stories, such as Leon Watson, a remarkable (and incredibly witty) singer songwriter, who entertained the cinema crowd following the film.

The inspiration for Jail Guitar Doors came from Joe Strummer. Most things involving Billy Bragg usually do. Wanting to put into action some form of celebration five years after Uncle Joe’s death, Bill was given the opportunity to visit a local jail in his Devon area to try and offer musical support.

One visit became a succession of trips, and soon a tour of prisons around the country was in place, putting on workshops and exploring the creativity and ideas of some of the inmates.

Sponsorship came from Hanks on Denmark Street, which very kindly sold on the guitars at cost price. Bill makes a point of stating that the guitars are not a gift. This is not a prison basket-weaving club. You’re in it to try and transform your life, not to pass away the time behind bars.

The screening on Sunday night was warm, affectionate and funny. Brixton prison is featured in the film, with a surprising number of inmates already having musical talent, and just needing that extra help to find a release for their skills.

Twenty prisons have so far been supplied with the Jail Guitar Doors. Five hundred pounds is what it costs to supply each prison with the equipment. Bill has been on tour with the film and a selection of rehabilitated musicians for the past month. The bucket collection alone in London came up with £400 on the night – very real financial help with tangible results right in front of our eyes.

A Q & A session followed the screening. Questions were answered about the selection of inmates for the scheme (the talents comes to you,) the funding of the scheme by government (absolutely not – independence is best) and how we can support the offenders once released (put on gigs and promote.)

Half an hour then followed with a couple of the released inmates showcasing their skills. These are genuine, hard working professional musicians. The evidence was right in front of us. It’s got to be better than the cycle of petty crime.

As ever, the beacon for all of this is Billy Bragg. We finished off with three songs, including I Keep Faith. This is the inspiration I need. It reaffirms everything I do and stand for, and always leaves me full of positive action for the future.

The next step for Jail Guitar Doors is to take the show on the road to the States. A spot at SXSW has been booked, with the project going full circle with the involvement of MC5 guitarist, Wayne Kramer.

The Clash’s Jail Guitar Doors was written originally about Kramer, and so the story has some wonderful symmetry with the former US inmate now taking the music as a redemption song into Stateside prisons.

The film finishes off with rendition of Jail Guitar Doors by a gurning Mick Jones, a respectful looking Topper Headonand Billy Bragg bashing out the chords in his best old punk skool style. But perhaps more importantly, a studio full of strumming inmates, now released, rehabilitated and full of optimism, are the real stars of the performance.

Uncle Joe would have been proud.

Wigmore Street, W1, The Way We See It.

This week we’re back in the centre of town for Wigmore Street. It’s a busy street running parallel to Oxford Street and you’d be forgiven for thinking there was little there. But it does have some rather stunning architectural features if you take a little look upwards.

There’s also the very wonderful Wigmore Hall. It was built by C. Bechstein Pianofortefabrik, the German piano manufacturer whose showroom was next door between 1899 and 1901.

Other than this nugget of history, number 95 was the original home of The Beatles Apple Corp. It’s busy, hectic and I think there’s a lot to photograph. Enjoy!