Sunday afternoon in Camden Lock, pouring rain, stalls cooking weird pots of bubbling ethnic stuff, people huddled under tarpaulins, canal clogged with discarded litter. Days like this, Camden has a strangely post-apocalyptic urban shanty town vibe about it. One of the stalls pumps out driving, throbbing dub beat and eerie melancholy piping melody
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yes yes, am up for feasting this evening. Hazel is getting here round about 7 and bringing random things for ready-steady-cook, can you get here for then? I will want to eat pretty sharpish after that, I have eaten nothing today.
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