Limehouse

So it was a kind of, it had this dual identity, the East End.

So the plan was to start at Tower Hill, and then they split off four meetings in Limehouse, Bow, Bethnal Green, and Shoreditch, then reconvene for a big rally in Victoria Park.

I use the specifics for Londoner listeners.

I mean, they're all sort of fairly close together, but I think it's just weird something like Shoreditch, which is now just like such a kind of hipster

It's very kind of...

It's very Euro-fascist, his whole thing.

So his plan is he's going to go to the meeting in Limehouse, then address the rally in Victoria Park.

And the Met says, no, you're not.

She keeps me on ridiculously low rations, and if I had not brought my own outfit, I don't think she would have sold me one.

Of course, her game is beating up clients for the Limehouse dive.

You have visited the House of a Hundred Raptures? Many times, at weekends.

Opium, like wine, is better enjoyed in company.

Does she post you the opium? Oh, no.

My man goes to Limehouse for it.

Ah, here she is.

A woman came in, carrying a brown leather attaché case.

It's an incredibly diverse area.

It's a primary port of arrival for lots of immigrants, mostly like there's a really thriving Jewish community in the East End at this point and also a Chinese community in Limehouse.

And these live alongside sort of the local Cockney culture.

And because of these two things, there's also a real history of intense political activism in the East End.

Born in Gillingham, Kent, a shipbuilding town on the River Medway.

When he was 12, his father passes and he was apprenticed to a shipbuilder down in Limehouse on the London waterfront.

Spends about a dozen years learning the trade.

Learned it well.

when I

was young to be fair but yeah don't do it now I see these guys like when i was doing a lot of marathon training and i'd run down the canals like early on a sunday morning and you see these guys fishing in the canal and i'm just like catching little you're not catching anything yeah and are the fish even healthy in that canal you can't no but you have to throw them back they throw them back but i'm polish so we would yeah you'd eat that yeah yeah you're a river river fish yeah yeah yeah what canal may i ask well all of well yeah yeah so basically so I live in Bethnal Green so I'd go otherwise up to Tottenham or then I'd come down to Limehouse and yeah all of that Limehouse cart and

I cycle along there all the time oh yeah we're local yeah yeah

it's

Like I'm living behind frosted glass, like the real me is over there, but I can't access him.

And one day I'm in this cafe in East London in Limehouse, which is an area that I'd never been to before.

But I just one day wake up and go, I'm going to just visit that area.

I have no idea why I decide to visit this area.

I'm in this cafe called the Yurt Cafe, which is like a tent in the middle of Limehouse.

And it's a beautiful spot.

And that morning before I go to this cafe, I actually sort of broke down in tears in the morning, just like unable to function.

So I'm dancing in this golden sunflower.

There was something familiar in his jaunty walk.

Then the faint glow of the lamp that was the indication of Harry Sand's real business lit his pale face, and I knew that I had seen him last in the cool evening at Interlochen, where Limehouse could not have lived a moment with the Jungfrau frowning down upon it.

"'Enright?'

whispered Hughes.

The symphony of this great grey sad city is a mere hum in the distance now, for it is nearly midnight.

I shall mail this letter to you, post it, I should say, since I am in London, and then I shall wait in my dim rooms for the dawn.

And as I wait I shall be thinking not always of the captain, or his brother, or Hughes, or Limehouse and Unright, but often, oh, very often, of you." in my last letter i scoffed at the idea of a great war but when we came back from limehouse to-night the papers told us that the kaiser had signed the order to mobilize austria in serbia in germany russia and france in hughes tells me that england is shortly to follow and i suppose there is no doubt of it it is a frightful thing this future that looms before us and i pray that for you at least it may hold only happiness For, my lady, when I write good-night, I speak it aloud as I write, and there is in my voice more than I dare tell you of now.

The agony call a man.

A Saturday night, to be exact.

Holmes, overcome with the restless energy which sometimes burned inside him like a seething volcano, had insisted on a visit to the Port of London, the Chinese section of it that is so often referred to in tones of awe and terror as Limehouse.

We had just turned off West India Dock Road.

Against the sky rose Limehouse Church, The one thing of beauty in a sordid landscape.

Yellow and brown men patted by on slippered feet.

Strange voices whispering in strange tongues crept out of dark corners.

That is a job for the official police.

We must leave something for them to do, you know.

On the same day, other policemen found the right side of a woman's torso floating in the water off Brunswick Wharf and portions of lungs at Old Battersea Bridge and near Battersea Railway Pier.

The next day, a woman's face with scalp attached was found off Limehouse.

On September 8, a right thigh was found in the Thames off Woolwich at a right shoulder with part of an arm off Greenwich.

These body parts were reassembled on a mechanical frame and examined by the police surgeon for the local division, Dr. Kempster.

Tuesday, left leg and thigh off Battersea, lower part of the abdomen at Horsley Down.

Thursday, the liver near Nine Elms, upper part of the body in Battersea Park, neck and shoulders off Battersea.

Friday, right foot and part of leg at Wandsworth, left leg and foot at Limehouse.

Saturday, left arm and hand at Bankside, buttocks and pelvis off Battersea, right thigh at Chelsea Embankment.