Tower Hamlets Cemetery (with photos)

I managed to tick another of the "Magnificent Seven" off my list this month. For anyone that doesn't know, this is a list of famous Victorian cemeteries that were built in London, scattered around what was then the city outskirts. I have been visiting these at a painfully slow pace over the last decade, and I have now managed to see four of them (the next one is tentatively scheduled in for some time around 2027). Situated in Bow, East London, Tower Hamlets Cemetery - or to give it it's full title, Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park - is far more low-key than the other graveyards that feature on the list (which is not necessarily a bad thing). Being located in in the trendy East End, I had feared this one might be a hipster hellhole, but thankfully this was not the case. The cemetery does feature a sort of community centre tacked on to the side to keep the arts-and-crafts brigade happy - which is a slightly annoying - but at least it keeps the local "yout" distracted from flinging acid about the place and making drill videos I suppose. On the way in I noticed a sign stating that the place is open 24-hours and, confusingly, that foraging is permitted within reason, so if you fancy a spot of midnight graveyard fruit picking - Tower Hamlets Cemetery is the place for you. Unlike Highgate or Norwood, there are no grand edifices or vaults to be found here, except for a few mini-obelisks dotted around the place. There are lots of very old gravestones, pleasingly leaning against each other; most of which have seen better days (much like the dead souls who lie buried beneath them). There is also much wildlife to be enjoyed. The place has a charming ambiance, which is not something you will hear me saying often to describe anywhere in East London. I rounded the day off by visiting a few other haunts in the neighbouring vicinity; The Ten Bells (the pub where Jack the Ripper's victims touted for business), The Blind Beggar (the boozer where Ronnie Kray murdered rival gangster, George Cornell), Spitalfields Market, Christ Church on the corner of Fournier Street (home to artists, Gilbert & George and Brick Lane. All of which ARE hipster hellholes. Next on the list are Abney Park, West Brompton and Kensal Green. Memento mori!

Norwood Cemetery (with photos)

Back in 2016 I decided I would write a blog post every month, which is a routine I have diligently stuck to ever since. It is the only "creative" thing I do after all, and I think it is important to set yourself rules and boundaries - even with hobbies and pastimes - in order to keep up momentum and avoid getting lazy. Doing nothing is an easy habit to fall into. Those who have read my blog before will know that I like to moan and whinge a-plenty, and generally complain about my shit life; but I only do this on a public platform in order to (hopefully) entertain. I find this funny - probably because I'm really an egomaniac and I have a latent belief, buried deep down somewhere in the depths of my psyche, that I am God. The only problem with this, is that at this moment in my life - I am happy - and therefore have nothing to say. I have developed Writer's Block. Naturally, in an attempt to remedy this, I went to the cemetery. I like to meander around graveyards, hoping to spot my name on a gravestone, or on the scout out for a burial that I can gatecrash (or at least observe from a distance whilst I'm hidden in a bush, having a wank like a good Peeping Tom). In 2011 I decided to visit all the magnificent Cemeteries of London; a bold claim that I have yet to fulfil - and proof, as previously mentioned - that I find it very easy to be completely bone idle. I did, however, go to Highgate and Nunhead, previously blogged here; Highgate Nunhead The cemetery I visited this year was Norwood, meaning I can tick another of the "seven" off my list, though nothing of any amusement or note occurred while I was there (and at this rate I should have been all seven by sometime in the 2030s). They did have a Greek Mausoleum, where they inter the dead Zorbas, Tonys and smashed plates of this world - all very grand, and rather bigger and better than where I actually live. And that's all this blog post will be: a gap-filler and a bit of a copout, but who knows - maybe something bad will happen to me next month so I can attempt to say something mildly chucklesome once more. Comedy is just bad stuff that happens to other people at the end of the day - as you well know if you are reading this. Here's some photos (just to prove how inept I am with a camera):

Nunhead Cemetery (with pictures)

Went to Highgate Cemetery the other week and took some pictures, so I though I'd do the same at Nunhead Cemetery. They're both in The Magnificent Seven, London - I'm thinking of visiting all of them if I can be arsed. This cemetery is actually 10 minutes walk away from my mum's house, and when I was a kid I used to go and play there all the time. Not weird or morbid in any way, that. I'm not some cemetery-dwelling morbid lurker by the way, honest. More pictures over at Flickr.