Hackney

Before
Hackney
I don’t miss Hackney. I don’t miss the crack hores, the stink of nail air brushing chemicals and bus exhausts. I don’t miss the animalistic charge round Primark stepping over the detritus of the frenzy as patrons discard garments over the floor. The snake has shed it’s skin and has been reborn in a florescent glow on a Sunday afternoon. God bless sweat shop labour and that’s not even counting the UK employees.