I’m one of several twenty-somethings who like to work in the serene quietness of the Hurlingham Club Reading Room in Fulham. (Here’s a series of Hurlingham Club cartoons.)
Sometimes I research literary agentsĀ or email wedding planners; sometimes I write illustrated stories about Croatian hostels, Ecuadorian spas or Stonehenge blizzards. There’s one man, who’s about sixty, who’s sometimes there too… and he changes the atmosphere somewhat.
