Miles Ellingham

2 weeks ago | the-londoner.co.uk | Miles Ellingham

Every year, hundreds of homeless people die in London. If we don't know they existed, how can we mourn them? Dear Londoners — according to official estimates, the capital has the highest number of unhoused people in the UK, with one homeless person for every 47 residents — and the number is constantly rising. But there are still many ways in which these individuals fall through the gaps. That’s where London-based charity the Museum of Homelessness and its Dying Homeless project come in.

4 weeks ago | the-londoner.co.uk | Miles Ellingham

Back in 1961 the Brandon estate was meant to revolutionise social housing. Then its reputation declined. Our Saturday stories are free for all to read — but we can only produce this kind of work with your help. If you're a fan of today's piece, please do consider becoming a paying member. They were still building the Brandon estate when Barbara Finney moved in. She remembers thecorrugated-iron skeletons and rubble left over from the Blitz. She moved here when she was two. She’s now 67.

1 month ago | the-londoner.co.uk | Miles Ellingham

Having almost exhausted his crumpled packet of Marlboro Golds, Jan Khushi Mohammed is standing behind the bar at Venue MOT, idly regarding his tabletop slushy machine, when the door swings open. It’s Keanu Burrell, a marketing manager for Red Bull. Something’s wrong. Burrell points towards a fridge.  “Oh come on man!” he says, with the resigned annoyance of an exhausted parent.

1 month ago | the-londoner.co.uk | Miles Ellingham

Inside Morley's secret court campaign to crush its competitors and build a city-wide monopoly Two months ago, punters with a hankering for spicy wings were confronted by a peculiar sign at a Metro’s chicken shop in Ladywell; a printed sheet of A4 in a see-through plastic binder, taped to the door. “The High Court of Justice and the Court of Appeal” it decried, in huge black font, “have found that Metro’s have infringed on Morley’s trade marks”.

1 month ago | prospectmagazine.co.uk | Miles Ellingham

Edmund Fairfax-Lucy was laying a carpet in his home at Charlecote Park when his heart gave out. The previous week, he’d felt a sharp pain in his chest but dismissed it. Presumably, the incident happened at the top of the stairs; nobody saw him fall, but his family found him face-up on the landing. Adorning the ceiling was a mural depicting some kind of faded battle scene and, directly above his unconscious body, there loomed a chubby, almost cherubic depiction of death.