looks pretty bleak.

For anyone who has never been there, they’d probably find it similar to something out of a (cough, spit) J K Rowling novel. Every city has its districts (Chinatown, Gaytown etc) and London is far from an exception. London, like many larger cities, has Alientown, and Camden Market is its kooky and vibrantly beating heart, choking through the incense clouds and in a sea of Chinese women screeching at you to buy their food.

For someone not entirely human, it’s not at all surprising that The Stable Market is one of my most favourite places in London, if not the world, and I always take people who’ve never visited the city before there because it really is like nothing else the city has to offer. Over the years I have purchased from there pocket watches, clay skulls, occult texts and retro military clothing (proper original trenchcoats mind - none of this US Marines dress uniform-wearing Emo nonsense.)

Twinkle twinkle like a star…

Now this precious little oasis of cobwebs, bric-a-bracs and insanity is set to become the next retail moonbase - a sterile, characterless, charmless commercial plaza that favours glass and steel over brick and damp wooden huts; of high street store label clothes over original retro clothing, handed down from attics, charity shops and discount bins over the years. It will be a place entirely without the aromas of sandalwood, Chinese food, tobacco smoke and candle wax, and indeed the aroma of ‘aromas’. This now sits somewhere near the top of my list of reasons to get out of this increasingly unpleasant, money-blinkered and homogenised cosmonopolis as quickly as possible.

Twinkle twinkle like a star does love blaze less from afar?