Eliot Wilson

Eliot Wilson

Eliot Wilson was a clerk in the House of Commons for 11 years. He is a writer, occasional historian and gin enthusiast. If it's your round, he'll have a martini. And perhaps a cigar.

London’s Biggest Residential Builds in 2018

The London City Gentleman: On London buses

For most of my life, I have hated buses. I don’t know why this should be so, nor can I say they really featured heavily in my existence. I was noting with some shame to an old school friend last weekend that we used to catch the bus into town...

The origin of the curry house menu

Restaurant review: Curry Leaves, Battersea

Saturday evening was frustrating. After a glass of wine in my local while I read the papers – the Times magazine was especially good that day – I conceived an almost overwhelming desire for a curry. I don’t often get food cravings, and my appetite, despite my rotundity, is small,...

The London City Gentleman: On the intricacies of death

The London City Gentleman: On the intricacies of death

My father died last week. I don’t mean that to sound too dramatic: he was approaching 70 and had suffered from cancer for a few years. That said, he’d been in remission, and until what proved to be the last week of his life, he was pretty healthy. His doctor...

GALLERY: The International London Tattoo Convention 2016

Do we judge people with tattoos?

Recently, I saw an episode of Channel 4’s “Naked Attraction”. If you haven’t had the pleasure, the shtick is pretty simple: a contestant whittles down six hopefuls to one as they are gradually revealed, well, naked, then they go on a date. I don’t imagine that creative meeting was an...

Britain’s distressing summer dress code

Britain’s distressing summer dress code

If a reasonably well-informed alien were to visit the United Kingdom in May or June, he (she? It? Them?) would assume that this was a land of devotees of the great sun god, Ra. We live, it is true, in a relatively cold climate – I read somewhere that the...

Experiencing suburbia in Surbiton

Experiencing suburbia in Surbiton

Recently, I found myself in Surbiton, where I had arranged to meet an old friend who lives in deepest commuter-land. I had never visited the place before. Indeed, I have to confess that it was well into my adult life that I discovered it was a real place at all;...

Protests: What are they good for?

Protests: What are they good for?

We live increasingly, it seems, in an age of protest. Sales of cardboard and marker pens must surely be at an all-time high, as the public laces up it boots and takes to the streets in favour of, or, more commonly, against any number of causes. Fracking being proposed in...

The London City Gentleman: On black cabs vs Uber

The London City Gentleman: On black cabs vs Uber

I have a friend – let’s call him Tom, because that’s his name. Now, Tom does not like public transport. Not one bit. He is, however, a proud and passionate Londoner, and so is very happy to support the hackney carriage industry, and is famed for his addiction to what...

The London City Gent: On the capital’s best Martini

The London City Gent: On the capital’s best Martini

I am, as my friends will tell you, often with a heavy sigh, and as my Twitter profile attests, a gin enthusiast. I like all sorts of gin, from London dry, to Plymouth, to oude and jonge jenever. My most recent discovery has been a thriving distilling culture in Ireland,...