Hidden in a car park in deepest darkest Walthamstow you will find God’s Own Junkyard. A wacky warehouse filled from floor to ceiling with the brightest, blingest neon signs around.
North East neon paradise, God’s Own Junkyard is a psychedelic nirvana, a shimmering Aladdin’s cave of new and salvaged retro neon signage.
Once famous for its quaint harbors, the Disneyland inspiring Tivoli Gardens and the Little Mermaid statue, Copenhagen has become, in recent years the new destination.
Less party central than Berlin, less quaint than Prague and much friendlier than London, it has cool appeal by the boatload.
It’s about this time of year that I get royally fed up with cumbersome coats, gloves that get in the way of everything and scarves that shed a layer of wooly fluff that leaves a trace of your every movement. Cue dreams of Spring, tulips blooming and baby rabbits springing up everywhere.
Also cue, the leather jacket. Spring is a horribly unpredictable weather wise and makes knowing what to put on in the mornings a total pain, but we shouldn’t worry. In this seasonal shift, the most appealing solution is to embrace your inner biker. Continue reading