I find nothing more exciting than scrunching up in the corner of a bus jotting down ‘whatever’ in my inspired little red book. My gran got me it, and it fits right in my back pocket. Sometimes I’ll hold it aloft in one hand and imagine behind me trundles of tanks, farmers, workers and beaming children clasping sheaves of wheat.
|Why you love Hackney||
The 38, though do I prefer the 29.