This is a passenger announcement. You can now book your train on Uber and get 10% back in credits to spend on Uber eats.

So you can order your own fries instead of eating everyone else's.

Trains, now on Uber. T's and C's apply. Check the Uber app. Little things, like taking a shortcut through the park on your way to work each day can make a big difference to your

mental health. Find your little big thing

little big thing at every mind matters. Welcome to Murder Mile.

Today I'm standing on Hanson Street in Fitzrovia W1.

4th Street robbery.

One street east of the murder of the lady.

Three streets east of the rape by the cowardly billionaire's son, and two streets

south of the gangster who lost it all. Coming soon to Murder Mile.

Hanson Street is quite possibly the dullest street in London. It's so dull. The dogs bark out of boredom. Each

flat has its own yawn. If a gallery opened it would be shut down for being too rowdy.

And the only sound you'll hear is as a moped raws by

to deliver an overpriced substandard pizza from the place at the end of the road.

To brainless dead peats, who refuse to wash up, will only eat the blandest of double-syllable foods and then order

Alexa, hire a flunky to chew my food and then wipe my bum.

Half way down is 21 Hansen Street,

a red brick five-story mansion block from which a single sound is rarely uttered

and where families, couples and singletons go about their lives within a few feet of each other

but rarely mix or mingle, except for a perfunctory hello!

And then an all too hasty, goodbye.

Goodbye.

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