Grim, grimy and fixated by London's underbelly, this clever collection is an estate agent's nightmare and a psychogeographer's dream. An impressive list of writers and artists (Alan Moore, Neil Gaiman, Iain Sinclair) take turns to dig their way into the capital's corners, uncovering gangsters, musicians, prostitutes, flashers and more than a few corpses. The pungent sense of the past is partly due to the volume's history  first published in 1996, it's reissued with a selection of new prose pieces which veer from the forgettable (Alexei Sayle's tale of a Crouch End catwoman) to the atmospheric (Sinclair's stroll down half-gentrified canals). But it's the comic strips that make the book. Divided by evocative street plans and photos, their techniques pull against each other in thrilling fashion, from the big, beaming heads that Carl Flint draws to accompany Chris Webster's "Frozen", to Ilya's disconcertingly blurred sketches of a perverse autopsy in "The Body". These tales will linger long after the Olympic fanfare has faded.