That's Living

There’s a community of people living in their cars on the gravel road framing my workplace. Toss in a few drug users, the occasional theft, tagging, poop behind the tip, trains colliding as planned, jets flying low on final approach and you’re at the front door of my local industrial heaven. East London and the Thames at low tide still win my heart however.

Where was I?

Oh Yes, one of the locals is clever.