Chaos: our fireworks wouldn’t live up
gargantuan appetites, pre-party jitters and allergy-free sleep
The East End is the main action.
hipster community, legacy of gangsters and our mothers
Until the Games came, I live less.
I explore the cutting edge “regeneration”.
Nexus: be damned, visitors will feel at home
hermitic confines, vigil and a desert of concrete waiting to flower.
High Street has bizarre and thus far empty adjacencies
Broadway kebabs, mix of riders and the down at the heels
A green and pleasant colony of artists squat,
the city wankers are rare yet thriving because it’s cool to live in a warehouse.
The Roman Road: it’s greasy spoon cockney and thermal bloomers
There is a charmingly chaotic narrative of little known histories.