At the end of the Victoria line at the Walthomstow station, and then a 15 minute walk through some suburban streets with some lefts and at other times rights is an industrial estate. Through the gate and buried at the very end of the units where you are convinced you are lost and doubting it's existence at all is God's Own Junkyard. It's a worthy pilgrimage and actually sort of where you expect God would put a junkyard. The warehouse is a monument to neon and the life works of the late Mr Neon, Chris Bracey. It's littered to the rooftop with cables, plug sockets and choice words with neon epigrams, the whole collection is stacked, I suppose how a junkyard of the sort would be. Full of sex, religion, americana, sci-fi and nostalgia that all blend together surprisingly well, It's a visual feast that you can take in with a coffee and an open mouth. It is a gem of a place. It is really great.

A gift from Kyoto - a beautiful hidden Japanese garden in Holland Park 

'The People's Supermarket' offers an alternative to the conventional supermarket chains and focuses on community and local farming. Offering high quality, healthy food at reasonable prices and providing British produce where possible 'The People's Supermarket' highlights the possibilities of consumer power. Become a member and you will be entitled to an ownership stake in the store, which means you have a say in what they do. Membership also entitles you to a 10% discount on all purchases in the shop.

Why you should go?, cause we all know....'the revolution wont be televised'....

This vegetarian south Indian is a bit of a hidden gem, good curry friendly staff very reasonable with bring your own booze doesn’t get much better than that.