“11:30 pm, Nearly Midnight”

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Yacuum is reading a short

Text unpacking Corinthians 11:31,

Judge yourself, then you shall

Not be judged.  The structures of

Law fall away in front of mirrors.

But he clutches a book in his

Sweaty hands.  Sad eyes scan

A room full of smashed tiles,

Broken bottles but the smile

Remains across his lips.

 

Try and examine, ourselves,

By faith and fervour,

Feeling the truth out through

Frantic confession into a

Bastard reflection.

Philosophy and vain deceit

Is the tradition of Man

But rejoice, for the way is clear.

Just by passing through here

It’s nearly midnight.

East Ham Village Diary: Volume II

Some musings on East Ham.

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A change is in the air.  The mood in East Ham is one of flux.  Just off High Street South, the White Horse pub has been brought crashing down; the plot will be re-developed.  I am no great drum-banger for the pub – its St George’s flags draped over all the windows gave the interior a dark, gloomy mien, and the pub itself had a certain reputation.  It was of its time.  But in its place will rise some flats (of course) out of keeping with the Victorian redbrick surrounding it.

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The flats will be a smaller sibling to the massive Upton Gardens development that has been so lustily plunged into by Barratt and Gallimard.  Money talks: and it is singing loudly in E13, the pace of the works carried out at the breakneck pace that is only undertaken when there’s a pot of gold at the end of the…

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Peaky Blenders, Leytonstone Tube Station

Today I had occasion to visit Leytonstone, E11, and noticed a new place in the station called ‘Peaky Blenders’.  They are originally from E17 – yes, that’s right, Walthamstow.  Dog tracks, Brian Harvey and hipsters who can’t afford Hackney. The man making the coffee had a trilby on, and so you can kind of see what they did there, right.

Here is a picture:-

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I had a ‘Long Black’ which seems to the be new name for ‘Americano’.  I agree with this, given how much brand USA has been trashed recently.  In any case, it was £2.50, which is pretty pricey for a station coffee.

I tasted it as I rattled into London on the Westbound Central line and it was good.  It was strong, and it had a pleasing amount of coffee oils in with the hot water.  There was that sour, citrus taste that you get with short to mid-extraction upscale coffee – although sometimes really what you want is a roasted and burned to shit Starbucks (as I enjoyed in Birmingham New Street, served by a woman who could. not. have. been. less. interested.)  It’s different strokes for different folks.

They also operate a scheme where you can ‘donate’ a coffee – put it in ‘reserve’ for people in need, who then just ask for a reserve coffee and are given one, no questions asked.  It is remarkable if this scheme works without being exploited, but Leytonstone might just pull it off.  It’s unlikely that people won’t take the piss – they did at Waitrose, and then they had to stop.

I enjoyed my short experience of Peaky Blenders and on their website they have links to their academy, training courses and all sorts of other things including mail order coffee and merch.  So get to it.

 

Yacuum

 

 

We sat in the cold air for a while,

Talking.  As if talk was any good, at this point,

In this world, on this day.

Talk is no good, he says.

Yacuum talks to me and I stare into the sky

Thinking that perhaps if I concentrate

Hard enough

I might

Disappear.