Events near Kings-Hill, Gloucester

Following the launch, Funhouse Comedy Club brings another night full of laughter

A city crowned by soaring spires and shadowed secrets, Gloucester's heart beats just beneath your feet-if you know where to listen.

Liverpool's waterfront looks like an empire of merchants but is really a working hierarchy in disguise - clerks pen-pushing at Pier Head, sailors paid

In Bath, a bridge doesn't just cross the river-it becomes a theater for ambition, rebellion, and roaring water.

An army of metallic bulls once ruled these streets-and their legacy hides in plain sight among Birmingham's sleek shopping and forgotten factories.

Solve a murder cold case with a table of new people at King Street Brew House, Bristol. No detective experience needed, and you can come on your own.

Smoke once curled above Swindon as its mighty railway works roared with invention and intrigue.

Gloucester's spires, cloisters and dockside warehouses belong to the history books.

In The House taking over Bristol's famous Bog with some serious selectors behind the decks.

A lost suffragette flag once fluttered above Cardiff's imposing civic heart, its secret now buried beneath layers of stone and legend.

Beneath the honeyed stone of Bath lie secrets sharper than any blade.

A burst of radio static in Swindon once carried breaking news that changed local history-yet those echoes still whisper through the city's hidden

Thames water conceals centuries of blood, ambition, and defiance beneath the tranquil surface of Abingdon.

A silent tower once defied the king's soldiers here while a web of intrigue hid in Trowbridge's bustling lanes.

Beneath the honeyed stone of Oxford lie centuries of blood, ambition, and scholars who traded books for blades.

A quiet Cheltenham street hides tales of secret societies, dramatic comebacks, and pint-pouring legends just beyond the everyday bustle.

Oxford's spires belong to the colleges. The streets between them belong to a different city - the boatmen who built college barges at Folly Bridge

A martyr's stone rises above the rush of Oxford's streets, while a theatre roof-built on a wager against English rain-silently guards ancient secrets