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.

isaac

the site i am dreaming

no like which do people call me

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

your feed looks like my tumblr

like magnets

that looks like my instagram account

or never left

13, H, grate