Category: Lowri Griffiths’ Truth
My High Street Now Has Four Coffee Shops and Nowhere to Buy a Screwdriver
On gentrification, the artisanal everything, and the things we lose Writing for The London Prat and Bohiney Magazine, I report…
The North London Flat Hunt: A Field Guide to Paying a King’s Ransom for a Cupboard
Notes from the frontline of the rental market, where a ‘cosy studio’ means you can cook, sleep, and weep in…
My Grandmother’s Wales and the London I Chose: A Dispatch on Belonging
On Welsh roots, the pull of the city, and the strange business of building a home in a place that…
Notes on a Local Election, or How I Learned to Love the Parish-Pump Drama
Westminster gets the headlines, but the real theatre of London politics happens in church halls over the bins, the trees,…
In Defence of the London Bus, the Last Democratic Space in the Capital
Everyone complains about the bus, and everyone is wrong: it is the one place in this stratified city where we…
The Brunch Industrial Complex: How North London Learned to Pay 14 Pounds for Eggs
An investigation into the avocado, the flat white, and the strange social contract that makes us queue for breakfast we…
The Alexandra Palace Ice Rink Is Back And I Have Already Fallen Over Twice
An afternoon at Ally Pally with a borrowed scarf, questionable ankle support, and the peculiar joy of North London in…
Stoke Newington Farmers Market: A Love Letter to Unnecessary Expenditure
On spending money I do not have on vegetables I could get elsewhere for a third of the price, and…
The Overground Is Making Me A Different Person And I Am Not Sure It Is A Better One
On the meditative qualities of the North London line, what you think about when you think about nothing, and the…
Why My Tottenham Hotspur Loyalty Is Entirely Rational and This Is Not Up For Debate
On the particular masochism of North London football, the neighbourhood identity it produces, and why I will not be switching…
