Last night I was invited to the London Dungeon for a glimpse of some of London's ghastly past. We were lead back through the horrors of the gallows, paid a visit to Sweeney Todd's barber shop and learned of his wife's culinary skills.
Henry VIII's deadliest daughter, Mary threatened to add us to the 300 she had burned for heresy.
The working girls lead us through Whitechapel where Jack the Ripper lurked behind every corner.
Finally we are lead to Newgate prison where we are hanged.
It is my ghost who delivers this to you today where thankfully I only have to contend with swine flu, politicians bird baths and taxes to pay bankers bonuses.
Survive the dungeon and they'll discount your visit to the London eye, Madam Tussuad's and the London Aquarium.