British street names suck. On my walk to work every morning I glance around and resent the purely functional titles of the streets that I live on: Fashion Street, the place where all the clothes shops were, or Brick Lane, the road that used to house brick manufacturers. These are the products of an unimaginative society. Where’s the romance? It’s not like this everywhere though. Our intern Liz comes from a wonderful place – a place called Fairyland. Her childhood looks pretty idyllic. Read more »
