London - Westminster Bridge

Words Adam Blakey
Photo Mike O’Meally

There’s an old legend that if you stare hard enough at the Westminster Bridge on the stroke of midnight, New Years Eve, you can make out the ghost of Jack the Ripper taking his own life by plunging into the Thames. Of course the WB is far more famous for being the gateway to Big Ben, The Houses of Parliament and the London Aquarium than it is for the suicidal spirits of never-captured serial killers. Just a ten minute walk will land you in Southbank, a smokin’ old skatespot that’s been around since the seventies and another ten minutes after that you can find yourself checking out Sir John Everett Millais’s ‘Ophelia’ at the Tate Gallery. London is one of those places where blending in with the tourists is as cool as riding with the locals. After all, is there anything better than scoring yourself a pair of Union Jack boxer shorts for five quid at one of the many paraphenalia stores? Footnote: No, this man is not Jack the Ripper’s ghost… Or is he?