I never tire of walking around Hackney. The scenery is harsh in it’s urbanity yet it is metamorphosing as I watch into something new and shining and Olympic. So it is now more than ever that I search for bits of old Hackney….something that resembles the Hackney I grew to love over the many years living in the borough.
With its foreboding tower blocks (most of which have now been blown asunder). With its grubby and at times intimidating side streets.
Even with the great clean-up (lest the world see our seedy festering underbelly) there are parts that still make many think twice before crossing the boundaries.
It’s a funny feeling to think the world will be watching Hackney this year. I feel a bit exposed now…..It’s my home. If I were to admit something about my life in London, I would say that Hackney made me Love London.
I ♥ my endz.