In East London. Where I live. Great place.
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This site was a nursery
next to the municipal mortuary
Council care from the cradle to the grave
with alphabets and sing-alongs and rhymes
Once upon a time
Then they closed it.
Next it became a unit where the students
the schools had driven up the walls
were taken to be straightened out
or at least kept away from trouble
Then they closed it. And sold the site.
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Janine Booth, Matt Abbott, Mark Coverdale and Fran Isherwood entertaining the troops - well, pickets - during the latest strike action for a living wage and decent workiing conditions at Hackney Picturehouse cinema.
You can donate to the strike fund here.
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On 13 January, I addressed Hackney's Health and Wellbeing Board as part of its Patient Voice agenda item, discussing provision for autistic adults in the Borough. Rather belatedly, Hackney is now considering a draft plan to implement its duties under the Autism Act. Here's what I said ...
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Janine will be debating James Abbott, editor of railway journal "Modern Railways", at this meeting fro members of the Labour Party in Leabridge ward.
Venue: St John Ambulance Hall, 1a Mildenhall Road, E5 0RU
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An article published in Workers' Liberty no.66 in 2001, which turned out to be a precursor to my 2009 book, Guilty and Proud Of It.
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Come and enjoy an evening of poetry and spoken word from new and established poets / writers, including a five-minute slot from Janine.
Poetry 7pm – 10pm
Dare2bDifferent After Party 10pm-3am
Tipsy Bar 20 Stoke Newington Road, Dalston, London N16 7XN
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A Petrarchan sonnet (yes, really) on getting a night bus to catch an international train ...
I used to but I haven't missed this bus
At 5a.m., a half-full cart to take
The staff who clean and guard before you wake
Who start the engines 'fore the rest of us
From brief repose unwilling exodus
Hold open half-mast eyes on work-worn faces
Resignedly wishing they weren't going places
No chat, no caucus, nothing to discuss
But then I disembark and change my routes
And switch dimensions through a boarding gate
Some two hours later morning, bright debate
White, coffee-charged commuters sporting suits
While most of those on night bus 38
Were black and wearing hi-vis, smocks and boots
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Get this! Hopelessly unthinking about the barbarity and injustice of state executions, we have a "pop-up restaurant" themed as "death row dinners". Pass the sick bag.
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(Swearing appropriate to the tone of the verse)
Why the fuck did you nick my bike?
What have I ever done to you?
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Since Eighteen Ninety
In all of its finery
Stood Gibbons the furniture sellers
London’s last such attraction
With cash-only transaction
Until plastic caught up with the fellas
They eventually gave in
To modernity’s whim
With a sign saying ‘We accept Visa’
Through bombings and raids
Gibbons still stayed
Hackney’s very own Tower of Pisa
