Natalie Ashett

Natalie ran off to London like Dick Whittington in 2010, on the National Express, with a backpack instead of a handkerchief. She’s been forging a living as an impoverished writer ever since by writing about things that go on in the world around her. Two years in her heart has been stolen by this dusty old town and all it has to offer though she’s yet to find those streets that are apparently paved with gold.

Where to catch a pre-Olympic breakfast in East London

How to party in London without going broke

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