Kate Balding

Move over shapewear, silhouette has a new BFF. From red-carpet elegance to two-piece menswear, it’s time to take latex out of the...

In the run-up to the Olympics we take a look at the lasting legacy of children who were pushed, and pushed themselves, to excel. Kids who...

Surely not the 7th already. A coronation in the morning And at the garden, I’m scraping away at life coming up between paving stones....

Welcome to The Hotline, the 3-part mini-series answering environmental questions coming out of Lewisham, Croydon, Tower Hamlets and Hackney.

As part of the Climate Refresh series, Eastlondonlines has interviewed four local environmental champions to ask how they stay positive...

With mature trees under increasing threats from developers and disease, is it time to reassess environmentalists' obsession with planting...

Someone cleared away the bracken from the old rope swing. Back then it scratched my shin. Today I walked down the slope again rolling...

Monument of sand or are you stone? You finger the sky, where once palm plateaued. Hungry for depth, you seduce the sun, Smudging layers...

There I was, doing fine When I was suddenly assaulted by sadness Hidden in a cloak, covered in The relics of you, Smiling and dancing in...

I get a buzz from the alcoholic smog sitting in my mask I find its sanctuary rum. I nod in my fumes breathing in, Collaterally numb....

Is the sun really so solitary? Does it not have its sister, Moon? Or is the sun a Gemini And he sings counter tune? Two sides mutually...

We met amongst dull clods of diminishing will Whilst I was down by the stream. Soft and subtle, it possessed, Albeit by quiet means. Yet...

The streams were bickering with each other, running and chanting unbearably I felt. There was too much motion and the volume was rising,...

When I was gasping, drowning, You were a buoy to me. When I was falling like the tide, You lapped peacefully. After, I’d look out for...

Loss But not the kind I’m used to. Too strange and romantic Too familiar, unreal And full of sensation. Overwhelming, extinction of self...

The moon was a thumbnail A hole punch A thumb hole The moon was so flat in the sky. A cut out, a cut and paste A cut and taste, A share...

We are the lovers, the huggers, the laser beam muggers, the thugs, the drugs, the hate. We are the redeemers, the dreamers, The break-in...

I heard the nub of the plum stone fall before I saw it, The way you hear a plane in the sky. It was sitting on my desk chewed and gnawed...

Sarah and I had grown up in the church. We had married at 19, never left Europe, and, from the outside, we were everything you would...

The Swiss 22-year-old producing electronic music with joy, collaboration and a classical jazz accordion. When 22-year-old Anatole Muster...

A group of Ladywell residents have taken matters into their own hands as 2023 Metropolitan Police Data shows Lewisham has joined Croydon...

Local panto legend Kat B takes Eastlondonlines backstage at Hackney Empire as doors open for Aladdin, the historic theatre’s 24th...

Only half Hackney’s Mayoral candidates attend hustings ahead of election on Thursday

Proposals for a “bold new centre for Lewisham” have been unveiled in a pop-up exhibition displaying the most detailed redevelopment to date

Four hundred Tower Hamlets’ school students walked out of class in a one-day strike, marking one of the first ‘School Strikes for...

Brockley man makes mush-room for community through fungi workshops

After three decades, Lewisham detective made crucial breakthrough to solve cold case murder

Oli Steadman, one of the founding members of British band, Stornoway, talks to Kate Balding about technology, nature and folk sensibility.

So often humour delivers love. It charms you, disarms you. So immediate and involuntary, it sets to work dismantling pretence. The...

On Thursday evening there were murders of the most disturbing nature. Or perhaps I should say 'natures' because I think Arthur Miller's...

Hot, forward, and too close. That was the air. And it seemed to possess the passengers and the speed with which we fed ourselves in and...

If I gave myself permission to love you, And dropped down the iron gate, Then I condemn the lands to flood And drown all in its wake. But...

It was Sunday and I pulled myself down the road for a coffee. Go'on then. And a cookie. Was feeling restless. Out of place. Belonging to...

I don't know. Just did. Saw myself in a black man crying. Read myself and then, not myself. My phrases, my turns. But not my framework....

I was hungover this morning when a friend I met on SpareRoon texted to see if I wanted to go to a community picnic. I slept through the...

A black hoody on the sofa in 2022. It is Grim. Grim alone five days. Silent as the therapist who stared from the couch, Slouched,...

Earthen Sire of my overgrown heart, if I have born a tentative breath after the tread of your light foot fall, forgive me. Only inhale...

Descended into the iron strangeness of the hollow hock hock of a wood block beating out a tempo that gets inside your side to side....

Scrinscranbamalam- went to the Sebright Arms on Saturday. First time. Hoot. I wore this little blue silk scarf which, I admit, I wasn’t...

Friday 14th July - Saturday 29th July, 2023 Woodsy Bransfield, Ana Viktoria Dzinic, Anya Gorkova, Firpal, Lowena Hearn, Sofia Hallström,...

Support your local freak. It's a sticker on a guitar. It's a phrase in a Glasshouse. It's the colours of courage. The sureness of...

A cassette clicking on. Bittersweet momentum. A strange duet. Harmony but no reply. No answers on the river we're rising from. A rising...

I don’t want to die inside. I don’t want my last thoughts to have a ceiling. It’s not some religious quirk, it’s not about my soul having...

I feel that a diverse portion of the London population trust me to be in their bus seat proximity and that, as a white, able-bodied,...

I like Sunday morning before 8am the best of all. But only if I get outside. It was 6:35am on a Sunday and an old man with high wasted...

When did we stop having small cardboard boxes and brown paper bags for our root vegetables? You used to find them in obscure dark...

I ate stinging nettles for the first time yesterday. You pull the tops and blanch them in boiling water or stock for one minute before...

I. I’m not some sort of frozen, Forbidden fruit. I’m not waiting to be thawed. I am raw. I ripen quickly, Over-ripe – You saw. Rot has...

Are women inherently good at organising things? And if so, is it because historically, small scale organisation has been a way for us to...

I am locked down in a Suffolk village. This is, in itself, not particularly shocking for those that know me. I've lived in Suffolk for...