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Hackney embraces the Tories… not

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Royal Mail, and the snapping of one’s mind

Sometimes I despair. So much so that it becomes funny. For example, today at the post office. I got there at 3.15pm, so frankly I had it coming, but still. There is a bloke – floppy hair, skinny jeans, mobile glued to ear – and he has with him a garbage bag of mail. A garbage bag. Meanwhile, there are probably twenty people in the queue, all waiting fairly patiently as half of the staff count coins and do whatever admin they need to do. Oh, apart from one man who yelled at the staff to PLEASE CAN YOU SERVE SOMEONE!! (which they ignored.) Continue reading

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Overhead…. in Bordello, Great Eastern Street

Saleslady in Bordello, ‘London’s finest purveyor of luxury lingerie and vintage burlesque accessories’

‘The thing you have to realise is that French women have different breasts. They wear underwire bras from a much earlier age and so their breasts actually develop differently. There’s a real cult of the breast in that country, which means that French underwear manufacturers dominate the lingerie market, but British women find that they don’t fit into it. And French women tend not to breastfeed, either. When my aunt gave birth in a Parisian hospital she was the first person to breastfeed on the ward for fifteen years. That’s why you should buy British lingerie, not French.’

Anyway, it was good to see some good old fashioned customer service, and it’s a lovely shop, – selling not only underwear but also some really nice clothes.

Bordello
55 Great Eastern Street
London
EC2A 3HP

 

Nearest Tube Old St or Liverpool St
Close to Spitalfields Market and Brick Lane
Telephone: +44 (0)207 503 3334

zoe deleuil

 

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Overheard…

First of all, cramming onto a packed train from Highbury & Islington to Dalston Kingsland and someone muttering ‘About 12 people on this train probably have swine flu‘.

Really not a nice  though when your head is stuffed into someone’s armpit. 

And  walking through London Fields, a vexed-looking man in a puffer jacket on his mobile saying: “Yeah the party was alright. Oh, Max was there, wearing a dress. I didn’t end up saying hello to him. I just thought, well, what kind of conversation can you have?”

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