I used to live on the Hackney/Lower Clapton border a few years ago, before gentrification. Even back then, I used to think it was rough although I used to take a kind of sadistic pleasure in informing any out of town friends visiting that we were driving down the North London murder mile while on the 253 bus back from Camden or Holloway on a night out. Having said that, seeing a local tramp injecting skag into his foreskin on Lower Clapton Road one cold January morning while on my way to pick up my post from the post office at Clapton roundabout, was really something I didn’t need to see.
I left Hackney about seven years ago when my landlord decided it would be perfectly acceptable to increase the rent for the bedsit I was living in by £200 a month (!) and settled in Hertfordshire. Recently though, I found myself back there one afternoon to find the place has changed. And not for the better.
See, back in the day, the problem was just ch4vs and wannbe [email protected] ******* around the shops and as long as you avoided eye contact you were generally okay. But in the intervening seven years since I left, something has slithered up Mare Street from Hoxton and Shoreditch like a particularly odious and malignant ooze – I refer of course to the curse of the 21st century equivalent of the yuppie, the hipster.
The sort of people who are living in the city on an allowance from mater and pater out in Buckinghamshire, working as (urgh!) “social media influencers” or similar. The ones who take over the city areas and force rental prices up thus driving families who’ve lived there for generations out. They cause the area to lose all of its personality in favour of nauseating “pop up shops” serving you a cup of “designer” coffee for seven quid or overpriced cocktail bars and “nouveau cuisine” restaurants strictly for them and their meeja chums (because any sane person would see the fare on offer and the prices being charged and instantly think “**** this for a lark” presumably) or “vintage clothes” bought from the local Oxfam and marked up by 500% to sell to gullible Tatler magazine wannabes. Remember the cereal cafe? Yeah, that.
It’s safe to say I don’t miss the Hackney I used to live in at all. And having seen what it’s turned into, I miss it even less.
Hackney – Be careful what you wish for…
The London Borough of Hackney – the ******** of London
Hounslow is looking pretty rough these days
West Hendon – A greyer shade of grey
Shepherd’s Bush: the red-headed stepchild that thought it was special
Karens tour of North Devon
Penge, soon as you see the Railway Bridge you’ve doomed yourself for life
Bexleyheath – a hive of villainy