The Brixton where I once sought hash and Red Stripe has gone missing
I hadn’t been to Brixton in decades. Railton Road, the front line of street dealing in our day, is now a desert of affluence.
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Nicholas Lezard is a literary critic for the Guardian and also writes for the Independent. He writes the Down and Out in London column for the New Statesman.
I hadn’t been to Brixton in decades. Railton Road, the front line of street dealing in our day, is now a desert of affluence.
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