Tag Archives: Dalston

Ellen Meiksins Wood – her importance to me

I was extraordinarily saddened to hear last night of the death of Ellen Meiksins Wood and it took me a while to work out why. After all, I hardly knew her. We met a couple of times and I can … Continue reading

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The creativity of bar tenders

I have just experienced one of those disruptive moments when different aspects of life come into headlong collision with each other. And, now, in reflecting on this, I am adding yet another interruption to the ever-lengthening to-do list for August … Continue reading

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Wisteria

There is obviously something in the Dalston terroir particularly conducive to wisteria growth. Nurtured by the droppings of rats with a protein-rich and chemically-enhanced diet of fried chicken and chips, the cocaine-infused urine of hipsters, the delicate hints of amyl nitrate wafting in the night air, and the beer – Oh the beer! – how can it not thrive? Continue reading

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Rung sweet rung

One of the most striking features of last week’s televised leaders’ debate was the extent to which it displayed a common vocabulary among the party leaders, regardless of political persuasion. In this new policyspeak,  citizens have been transformed into ‘hardworking … Continue reading

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Environmental challenges in the inner city

You need nerves of steel to be an environmentally responsible consumer in this part of London. Take the question of recycling carrier bags. At the local Tesco Express the checkout operators already have the plastic bag ready and open to … Continue reading

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Identity, nationality and the Olympics

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

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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Unfolding drama

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

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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Evening sky in Dalston

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