Category Archives: life in Dalston

Found Art (or the delights of negative entropy)

Posted on September 1, 2012 by

A sophisticated awareness of graffiti is now part of the essential intellectual armoury of any East London resident or visitor with pretentions to hipness or gentility. Tourists take guided tours of the street art of Shoreditch, Islington home-owners trying to … Continue reading →

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Identity, nationality and the Olympics

Posted on July 19, 2012 by

When wondering what to call this post I realised that if you take the limp out of Olympics what you are left with is oiks. I’m sure there’s a joke about the coalition government in there somewhere but I haven’t … Continue reading →

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Dalston clubbers

Posted on January 18, 2012 by

It is Sunday morning and Dalston is at its calmest. Cans, bottles and remains of fried chicken takeaways still litter the pavement; the puddles of urine are still wet in the Rio doorways, the direction of stream revealing the lie … Continue reading →

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Quick update

Posted on August 10, 2011 by

Just to let you know that all is now safe and calm, though the street looks unnaturally clean and tidy after a totally clubber-free night. The defence of our neighbourhood by the local Turkish shopkeepers made it to the Wall … Continue reading →

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Unfolding drama

Posted on August 9, 2011 by

Everything is being shuttered up again very fast, although it is only early afternoon. And I just got a phone-call from a neighbouring club-owner telling me to expect ‘serious trouble’ tonight. It seems that the kids who were seen off … Continue reading →

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Dalston the morning after

Posted on August 9, 2011 by

I awoke this morning to the sight of shuttered shop windows and the sound of police sirens and hovering helicopters. A bit like the spin cycle on a washing machine, this is one of those noises that you expect to … Continue reading →

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Trouble expected tonight

Posted on August 8, 2011 by

Perhaps I was premature when I wrote that last post about the local riots. I just went out to post a letter and it is clear that trouble is expected tonight in Dalston. All the local shops, takeaways and restaurants … Continue reading →

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Second time as farce? If only!

Posted on August 8, 2011 by

Listening to the police sirens screaming up and down Kingsland High Street towards Tottenham the last couple of nights and hearing the news on the radio I am irresistably reminded of the summer of 1981. Then too we were two … Continue reading →

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Evening sky in Dalston

Posted on July 1, 2011 by
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Birthday surprise

Posted on June 26, 2011 by

I woke yesterday to the sound of seagulls – these days more an indicator of proximity to rubbish than proximity to the sea but still evocative of my years in a convent school in Llandudno, to which they formed the … Continue reading →

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