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In a unique take on the London anthology 33 East features 16 brand new short stories for the whole of east London, from Enfield in the north to Bromley in the south. There is an act of heroism in Havering, a haunting in Tower Hamlets, a plan to thwart the renaming of West Ham station in Newham, and a philosophical approach to adultery in Lewisham. These are stories of movement and change that capture the individuality of each borough and the diversity of London better than any camera. Together with 33 West, which includes stories from Barnet to Croydon, 33 East is an unparalleled achievement. This is no small feat. This is London.
buying a half bottle of Black Muscat. For some reason they only sold the half bottles in the UK and they went down too well. Not that Keith drank particularly a lot, or that he had particularly expensive tastes, he just liked the Black Muscat and had decided a long time ago that money is too vulgar to be only spent on necessities. He’d been in the shop a few times before and liked it a lot. It was well stocked and run by knowledgeable people who enjoyed what they did. There weren’t many shops
reaches to stroke her hair. ‘I know, but still. It means a lot to me. I know that thing is a piece of crap but I just…well, you know how much I love Rust.’ ‘I know.’ The temperature has dropped and they both are beginning to get cold. There isn’t a sign of the boy anywhere and it’s been nearly 10 minutes. They decide to look where he ran off but all the walkways are deserted and the corridors quiet except for the whine of electricity and distant sound of a scooter engine wailing down a
residues of racing pigeon, and it flies on as the light fades, following the Old Kent Road then turning west, with Peckham beneath it. The scent of fried onions and burgers rises into the air but the pigeon does not stop. Over the tower blocks and the traffic-choked streets it goes, oblivious to the changes in scenery below, for already it has left gritty London behind and is passing over East Dulwich, heading for the leafy and salubrious Dulwich Village, with its boutique shops and picket
need someone to come out now, this minute. Not tomorrow, not next bloody week. Come on Ron, after all the tight spots I’ve got you out of this is the least you can do in return. Pay them triple for all I care, just sort something out right now.’ ‘What on earth is the point of being in charge of these people if you can’t pull a favour once in while,’ spits Catherine as she hands the phone to Donald. ‘Now help me down from here. These shoes aren’t designed for heights.’ >><< Selwyn stares at
significantly in the last five years. Jamie used his film editing skills to put together online porno film tasters. He played the footage to himself when he was at home alone. Olga was the only one who knew about it, but instead of making a big deal about it, she made silly jokes. It was easy, she wasn’t the one being lied to and dumped over porno stars. When Jamie was in a really good mood, she knew she could call him a wanker and that he would laugh really hard keeping his gaze fixed on her