London Wall

Alfred turned fifteen that same month, too young to fight.

In November, he took his first job as a technical clerk at WT Henley's Telegraph Works, an electrical cable manufacturer with offices near London Wall.

He worked in the sales department calculating estimates for cable for fifteen shillings a week.

But the war wasn't what upended Alfred's life.

As for the better sort, they lived round the citadel, protected by its presence, in villas, remains of which have been found in many places.

The two things which most marked the Roman occupation were London Wall and Bridge.

Of the latter we will speak in another place.

The wall was erected at a time between AD 350 and AD 369, very near the end of the Roman occupation.

It followed a line nearly north as far as Aldgate.

Then it turned in a north-westerly direction just north of Camomile Street and Bevis Marks to Bishopsgate.

Thence it ran nearly due west, north of the street called London Wall, turning south at Monkwell Street.

At Aldersgate it turned west until it reached Newgate, where it turned nearly south again and so to the river, a little east of the present Blackfriars Bridge.

It is not an opening in the air.

The London Wall preserves the name given to a street in the city's northern area where the wall had stood.

But although so much exists to revive our remembrance, I doubt if ever London's wall appears to the average Londoner as a real, substantial thing.

These gates whose names are so familiar were real, and substantial too, with guarding turrets, pierced for defense, with battlements above, and heavy iron portcullis to fall, and locks and bars and chains to secure the passage against forced assault.

The corporation takes no concern in marking sites, and only at Bishopsgate is there a tablet telling where one has stood.

It is otherwise with the wall itself, for there are very substantial remains of it, if only you know where to look for them.

Apart from one considerable length exposed in the shallow and disused churchyard of St. Alphage London Wall, nothing is to be seen from any of the main thoroughfares.

Out of sight being out of mind, the city wall is forgotten.

As for the better sort, they lived round the Citadel, protected by its presence, in villas, remains of which have been found in many places.

The two things which most marked the Roman occupation were London Wall and Bridge.

Of the latter, we will speak in another place.

The wall was erected at a time between AD three fifty and AD three sixty-nine, very near the end of the Roman occupation.

It followed a line nearly north as far as Aldgate.

Then it turned in a north-westerly direction just north of Camomile Street and Bevis Marks to Bishopsgate.

Thence it ran nearly due west, north of the street called London Wall, turning south at Monkwell Street.

At Aldersgate it turned west until it reached Newgate, where it turned nearly south again, and so to the river, a little east of the present Blackfriars Bridge.

Dawn breaks in the city A new life often waits The dawn chorus meets the shepherd's hand And they all succumb to war

I pass Newgate, Moorgate All gain the London Wall And I look at the clouds upon the horizon

And I pretend that they are mountains

It's hotter than the evening sun.

They needed to just get him out of the ass to do something, right? He didn't even know how to get on a train or to buy a ticket at the ticket machine thing.

When I was 17, I was working uptown at London Wall.

To me, it's madness.

I went, and I said to him, I said, he went, mate, I've had to go all the way up to Cannon Street to pick him up.

Just

standing on the London Wall, just mooning the king, but your ass never goes over the line where the king can have it cut off.

He's like, I was just waiting with a fucking Zweihander.

He's kind

Griffiths again.

Working with two associates, he made his headquarters at a public house in the London Wall, the master of which kept a livery stable and shared in the booty.

From this point they rode out at all hours and stopped the stages as they came into town laden with passengers.

Then one night, one of the gang members was caught in the act of robbing a mail coach.

Now you're stealing something of real value for every person in London and beyond, the ability to confidently expect a letter to be delivered.

And unlike the servants of Lord Ritchie McRichface, the men who worked for the post office took their jobs very seriously and very personally.

They got right on the problem, and it was not long before the postal investigators figured out that some known highwaymen frequented a particular public house in the London Wall and started keeping a very close eye on it.

Their scrutiny did not go unnoticed.