I’m safely ensconced in the leafy environs of SE15. Since early summer I’d been walking from Brixton to the offices in Vauxhall. My route would lead me past:

Naz’s blue hq in Tom’s novel, Remainder, to:

the portuguese boracho boys, to:

the Violette Szabo memorial mural leading on to:

the portuguese restaurants and bars of South Lambeth Road and:

Michael [...]

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After 10 years,  it’s goodbye sweet Brixton. I shall miss you. But not at 6.15 in the evening when I’m not trying to get down the High Street past the pushchairs and the bus queues and the dealers spitting ’skunk’ in my ear.
I’ve papercuts from building cardboard boxes and chillblains from defrosting the freezer and [...]

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Anyone know what this is about? Art? A promotion of some sort? Is that a beer can or a mobile? Old fashion masking tape rather than the chalk easy option is a nice touch. It might be in very poor taste given that it’s about 30 yards from the scene of a shooting outside the [...]

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