I have recently discovered that my block of flats, and much of the surrounding area, is now an official conservation zone. It was my opinion that my little part of East London was in severe physical, economic and humanistic decline but it appears that the Mile End Road part of Stepney is quite a desired habitation domain.
So, as I daily negotiate the gangs of youths, spitters, tramps, the mental man with the baseball bat, drunks, students, drunken students, human excrement and Pete Doherty, I will remember that this is an exclusive postcode of Britain’s capital city.
Actually, Hayfield Passage is only one of five remaining cobbled streets in the whole of London. Sounds nice but it plays havoc with your ankles when wearing six inch heels.
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