London Walks is the oldest urban walking tour company on the planet. It’s the gold standard of this profession, this craft. Here you can listen to our guides' stories and anecdotes of London.

London is full of ghosts with forwarding addresses.

A dog is weeing on something. There's a corpse in the next room.

ham sliced so thin you could read a newspaper through it

behind one of those front doors the Victorians are still at home.

the man who once ruled London with a neckcloth and a sneer

"the British don't talk, they just kinda mind their own business"

Only the British could take the safest, most respectable hat ever invented and weaponise it.

So nervous she licked all her lipstick off while waiting in the reception line.

Until one woman walked into the room and quietly refused to leave.

The man who kicked open the doors of English drama and let the lightning in.

An entire London history in one vanished gate.

You suddenly realise that what looks like mere decoration is actually fossilised history.

Eastern European aristocrat arrives in England bringing corruption, contagion, nocturnal habits and highly irregular neck behaviour.

Being a tax collector in medieval London was not exactly a popularity-enhancing career choice.

...the man arriving back in London was spiritually shattered.

Humphrey Bogart. Graham Greene. A private detective in a down-at-heel bar.

"interest in the Beatles is at a pan-generational all-time high"

On May 14th, 1767, tea helped set the world on fire.

The Victorian computer visionary comparing programming to embroidery.

"Laughter is an important weapon..."

Blowing out 26 candles on a birthday cake the size of a power station

The law had a rather dim view of women becoming lawyers.

A birthday party for a puppet

he became part of the emotional weather of this country

It's Browning's masterpiece and London finally applauds.

If my death and the destruction of my reputation are necessary for your happiness…

In Highgate Cemetery, under that enormous head, London keeps him still.

The rabbit hole that's still there if you know where to look.

Perfect for a man selling opera, elegance, and a bit of sparkle.

It's vintage Margot. A correction… and a demolition… in one perfectly aimed sentence.

Half of London pretending not to notice what it so obviously is.

"Bandit consumed 37 hairbands. He's none the worse for wear after his adventure."

the glass-and-steel spike cluster of Canary Wharf rises like a mirage

One of the greatest feats of navigation in history

A thousand years of history… tucked into three syllables.

There he is, seated among the broken stones, and history taps him on the shoulder.