London’s burning but I live by the river

Few rank the Museum of London among the great treasure houses of Britain’s metropolis.  Isolated on the edge of the City by roads, concrete and a bewildering 1960s brutalist design, it attracts fewer visitors than it deserves.

Today is different.  The museum is buzzing, with a different demographic to the usual school and foreign tourist visitors.  Mostly middle aged, generally well-heeled, all paying homage to London Calling: Forty Years of The Clash. Continue reading “London’s burning but I live by the river”