What's good peoples? This time I passed through Essex Road to link a very familiar shop, I've never been to. It was not what I expected, in a bless way. There was nowhere to sit down, so I had to stand up on some concrete seat to eat, and I actually had to move to the next seat 2 metres to the left, because there was a whole gang of pigeons lined up ready to shoot from the hip (backwards) precarious settings.