Homerton

There was a

couple found in a couple of bodies or one body in Homerton.

Yes.

Yeah.

right, cool.

Let's look at Homerton.

Homerton's

going to be bum as well.

I know it.

Three Shines is dead.

Three Shines is dead.

Homerton.

In the afternoon, they reappear with their shoes highly polished, their faces bearing the evidence of soap and water, and their sidelocks ingeniously curled and scented with rose oil, the favorite unguent of the district.

And until dark, they may be seen spread over Victoria Park, listlessly looking at the water over the coping stones of the bridges near Temple Mills, or lying on their faces in the long grass of the marshes beyond Homerton.

Such of them as can obtain a vehicle, or get a seat in one, drive by way of the Lee Bridge Road to Epping Forest and enjoy their beer and long pipes at High Beach or the Roebuck, much to the annoyance of harmless pedestrians, to whom they make the night hideous by their furious and reckless driving, and by the strange cries and half-tipsy oaths which they leave, as it were, floating behind them in the clouds of dust raised by the rickety wheels of their overloaded carts and costermonger's barrows.

Many of these, if not thieves, are at the same time amongst that dangerous class which is found occupying a position between the pauper and the convict.

In the afternoon they reappear with their shoes highly polished, their faces bearing the evidence of soap and water, and their sidelocks ingeniously curled and scented with rose oil, the favourite unguent of the district.

And until dark they may be seen spread over Victoria Park, listlessly looking at the water over the coping stones of the bridges near Temple Mills, or lying on their faces in the long grass of the marshes beyond Homerton.

Such of them as can obtain a vehicle, or get a seat in one, drive by way of the Lee Bridge Road to Epping Forest and enjoy their beer and long pipes at High Beach or the Roebuck, much to the annoyance of harmless pedestrians, to whom they make the night hideous by their furious and reckless driving, and by the strange cries and half-tipsy oaths which they leave, as it were, floating behind them in the clouds of dust raised by the rickety wheels of their overloaded carts and costermonger's barrows.

Many of these, if not thieves, are at the same time amongst that dangerous class which is found occupying a position between the pauper and the convict.

Daniel.

So, right, 1991 is actually the first time I actually DJ'd out in a warehouse in Homerton.

Wow.

And I was playing with LSD.