Why The Window?
Ah, Walkers Court, that insalubrious alleyway full of neon strip clubs between Brewer Street and Berwick Street, where you might bump into a trannie hooker or Sir Ian McKellen (Silk Sound studio is just behind the market stalls) – it has always felt oddly safe down there, but then I’ve rarely walked it after midnight.
And in daylight, it’s even odder. For example, Maurice House, the tiny living room that bridges the two sides of the court, seems to have a rocking chair and a toy car in the window. This is the last place in London where there would be any children. Does anyone here know why they’re there?