He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a
better one, worst
of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind
of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an
uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're
anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.