Tag Archives: Hackney
End of an Era
Since every other mo’-fo’ in the universe has managed to con someone into publishing their list of the best/worst films/songs/artists/Pret-sandwich-fillings of the week/year/decade recently, I thought it only fair that ten minutes hate gave it a go. Except I’m not … Continue reading
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Whaaat? Issue #3
Oh yes, just back from the printers and ready for you to peruse. A mere £1.50 of cold, hard cash and in return you get your hands on Issue 3 of the world’s best fanzine, Whaaat? Featuring finally crafted graphics … Continue reading
You’re gonna need a bigger boat
There are days when I feel I should have the words “epic fail” branded onto my forehead because I have never been anywhere that wasn’t Europe or North America, never travelled anywhere where I didn’t speak the language or knew … Continue reading
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Rampant anti-hipsterism
I have been having a lot of fun in recent weeks taking the mickey out of the hipper inhabitants of my neighbourhood. Ripping them for their lack of irony, helping a friend to surreptitiously take pictures of overly sincere straw … Continue reading
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Normal service resumed
In a bar last night, the DJ played Pulp’s Common People and the crowd, a drunken mass of former St Martins sculpture graduates, sang along without a shred of self-awareness to cause them disquiet. I felt like pointing out that … Continue reading
Confusion
They met on a crowded dance floor, swapped greetings, pretend-clinked their plastic pints. “What are you doing here?” “Oh, I heard someone was playing. Name of Dando?” “Yeah, it’s Evan Dando!” “I know.” He laughed. “It was a joke.” She … Continue reading
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The eternal catwalk of life
The girls cross at the lights, weaving in and out of the cars diagonally over the road. Their heels are vertiginous, six inches at least; they walk as if en pointe. Mostly they stride, as if born to walk on … Continue reading
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The way to work
On the way to work I see two people sitting in the park, looking into each other’s eyes. A tender moment, I think, aaah. Then as the bus moves on, I notice a can of Special Brew in her hand, … Continue reading
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Riot of my own
There were riots in Northern Ireland earlier this month. As the news showed pictures of balaclava-wearing youths with petrol bombs in their hands, I thought ‘how old fashioned’ – as if this kind of thing had died out a long … Continue reading
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