In the 1910s, deliveries of London’s finest beers were made by horse and cart. Now, in Hackney Wick, breweries are staging a revival.
Jam is not a food – it is the food and no survey of the true eating habits of our commonwealth would be complete without spreading this good news.
"In Boston, I deliberate between the Fiscal Cliff with blue cheese and the Mark Zuckerburger."
There's plenty of marijuana-smoking and khat-chewing on my doorstep - in the park it's all good fun.
That food should be subject to the most ruthless commoditisation under late capitalism is only to be expected, but that we should for one second allow ourselves to enjoy it is a miserable and gut-wrenching experience.
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