Quotes About London

London, at the same time, Isaac Deutscher distinguished between 'heretics' and 'renegades' (communists who became anti-Stalinist and those who became anti-communist), in a definition that sought not to cast anathemas but rather to describe a psychological attitude and a mental habitus.

And one more thing. About my name — Artemis — you were right. In London, it is generally a female name, after the Greek goddess of archery. But every now and then a male comes along with such a talent for hunting that he earns the right to use the name. I am that male. Artemis the hunter. I hunted you.

It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born. My brother and I were born in London...but our descent, our interest and our joy were in the north country'. Quoted in The Tale of Beatrix Potter a Biography by Margaret Lane, First Edition p 32-33

I gave the prescribed Metropolitan Police "first greeting". "Oi!" I said "What do you think you're doing?

Being a seasoned Londoner, Martin gave the body the "London once-over" - a quick glance to determine whether this was a drunk, a crazy or a human being in distress. The fact that it was entirely possible for someone to be all three simultaneously is why good-Samaritanism in London is considered an extreme sport - like BASE jumping or crocodile wrestling.

good-Samaritanism in London is considered an extreme sport - like base-jumping or crocodile-wrestling.

He threw a fireball at me. I threw a chimney stack at him - that's the London way.

Once the telephone had been invented, it was only a matter of time before the police got in on the new technology and, first in Glasgow and then in London, the police box was born. Here a police officer in need of assistance could find a telephone link to Scotland Yard, a dry space to do "paperwork" and, in certain extreme cases, a life of adventure through space and time.

In the 1960s the planning department of the London County Council, whose unofficial motto was Finishing What the Luftwaffe Started, decided that what London really needed was a series of orbital motorways driven through its heart.

As a typical Londoner, Gurcan had a high tolerance for random thoughtlessness; after all, if you live in the big city there's no point complaining that it's a big city, but even that tolerance has its limit and the name of that limit is 'taking the piss'.

when the government decided that in the light of an increased security threat what London really needed was a smaller police force.

In 1666, following an unfortunate workplace accident, the city of London burnt down.

Most archaeology in London these days is rescue archaeology – projects designed to preserve as much as possible from the relentless cash-driven redevelopment. It's not a new problem. Ask a medievalist about Victorian cellars or an Iron Age specialist about medieval ploughing – but take snacks, because you're going to be there for a while.

There's more to life than just London,' said Nightingale. 'People keep saying that,' I said. 'But I've never actually seen any proof.

It started at one thirty on a cold Tuesday morning in January when Martin Turner, Street performer and, in his own words, apprentice gigolo, tripped over a body in front of the West Portico of St. Paul's at Covent Garden. Martin, who was none too sober himself

He was from Yorkshire or somewhere like that and, like many Northerners with issues, he'd moved to London as a cheap alternative to psychotherapy.

A London copper doesn't like to intrude upon a traveler camp with anything less than a van full of bodies in riot gear—it's considered disrespectful otherwise.

Before London swallowed it whole, Camden Town was the fork in the road best known for a coaching inn called the Mother Red Cap. It served as a last-chance stop for beer, highway robbery and gonorrhoea before heading north into the wilds of Middlesex.

But London didn't care, she never does when you leave her because she knows for every one that leaves another two arrive. Besides, she was too busy painting on her neon lipstick and dolling herself up in red and gold.

The flats were solidly built, so at least I didn't grow up listening to next door's live docusoap, but they were built on the dubious assumption, so beloved of postwar planners, that the London working class was composed entirely of hobbits.

Street towards Covent Garden. There was

Ben Aaronovitch

A London copper doesn't like to intrude upon a traveller camp with anything less than a van full of bodies in riot gear – it's considered disrespectful otherwise.

The hierarchy of class in London was rigid. It was like a religion. It still is to a certain extent.