We wonder.
Wondered.
Into the abyss,
short sighted about the potential future
off behind that shrub.
The one that the squirrel just hurried into.
Chewing that strawberry that he’d been given by that kind lady
with the polka dot skirt,
that was long enough to establish her as a woman past her prime.
Yet how is it that she’s the happiest she’s ever been now.
Smiling more than ever before,
with the few years left that no longer held such a weight over
her thoughts.
She was finally able to walk the park she used to as a child
with the same careless attitude,
where she could feed the local wildlife fruit that she had brought with her.
She took another out of her bag.
A robin twisted his head sideways in order to see what
fruit she was now brandishing.
He could tell she was friendly human,
simply by her hand,
and that she’d had a pet in her life,
probably a dog by the looks of the wear
to her right hand.
And that she used to cry a lot.
Maybe it’s because she had just lost a loved one,
but he wasn’t 100% sure on that one.
Needless to stay
she was friendly,
even if she was hurt.
Although the beckoning smile on her face said otherwise.
He swooped down onto her hand,
twitching his head
left, right
up and down,
trying to get a better look how to of approach the grape.
It’d been months since he’d had a grape.
For some reason they were few and far between
in this part of the world.
Pecking at the fruit,
the inside flesh finally showed.
Juicy and happy
The bird tilted his head back yet again
gulping down the sweet clumps
of grape.
He was a pleased Robin.
And she was pleased that he was pleased.
‘How I wish you could see this’,
she wondered to herself.
Yet he could,
he’s the one writing this.
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April Poetry: That forgetful Memory
A water droplet so shallow, but deep like a ravine, echoes dance across a shore like the future daughter you never had. Promises of a smile as you look down at that curious and gentle creature you built, gone. In an instant. These few words had ripped across time her heart divided by a few moments of movement on your lips. A dance that normally had her awaiting your every word but only causes hurt now. A dance no longer wanted. A dance no longer cared for. A dance no longer needed. A trio all full of hugs felt by each other. A strong circle of those you will devote the rest of your time to. These three would hold hands and return home to the feeling of love. A happy home that although square, felt like a bubble. Something encapsulating and protective but ever so vulnerable. All it’d take is for something sharp for it to pop. Some sharp words perhaps? I know I’d rather not be the one to find out. Keep that thought, that memory burnt in the back of your mind So every time you think of forgetting, simply peer into the ashes in the back of your head.
Unbreakable (2000) Film Review

Unbreakable
USA 2000 102 mins col
d M. Night Shyamalan
w M. Night Shyamalan
c Eduardo Serra
Security Guard David Dunn (Bruce Willis) survives a terrible train crash only to find himself living his mundane life once again. With his marriage on the rocks and his job not providing him with any satisfaction, he finds himself truly lost. That is until comic book-obsessed Elijah Price (Samuel L Jackson), contacts him with the idea that he is in fact as unnormal as they come. Surviving a succession of major catastrophes has deemed David an anomaly, the type of person Elijah has been looking for all his life. Not willing to give up, Elijah persists in convincing David that he possesses a God-given strength, unlike the weakness that defines his frail body. With David continuously doubting himself, how can he be a hero if the villain is equally as non-existence. Before all the glitz and glamor of the Marvel Movies, this is truly a superhero movie that is grounded in the real world.
Don’t Live life Lost
Live a lost life
Is a life full of darkness
No way out
Your mind keeps you down
Stressed out
Trying to figure out
What you’re about
But how can you find out
When your vision
Is neither here nor there
Focus on a point
And walk towards it
Scratch that
Run
Sprint
With full speed
Like the steps underneath your feet are guaranteed
Like the cement of a sidewalk
Or the sound of pages in a book.
You’ll find out what these things mean
When you can see the ground beneath
Your feet.
My Crazy Trading Card Find
I recently just finishing watching Netflix’s The Last Dance for the second time. Wow. What a ride. It still had that same energy that it did first time. One thing I had noticed this time round was the ability for Jordan to do whatever he wanted. Now when I say this, I speak of his off the pitch wants. The fast cars, the golf, the watches, and the tech, whatever he wanted he could have. This had me thinking of the value and freedom within money. So, when I recently went into the loft looking for a certain Star Wars figure for a possible future article idea, I thought why not check my trading card collection.

At the beginning of lockdown, Pokémon Cards had blown up once again thanks to people like Logan Paul pushing the trend of Live Unboxings. I also remember watching Sean Wotherspoon do a First Edition IG livestream a few weeks before. He mentioned buying it off OG Sneaker YouTuber Franalations for $35,000, which in hindsight, is good value. Logan’s stream had broken records at the time, garnering an audience of almost 300,000 people. The market had been never gone away for Pokémon, although this time the growth was tenfold.
I made sure that when I returned home after the dust of the pandemic had settled, I’d check my game card collection books for a First Edition Charizard. To no surprise, I only had the base set version that was pretty mashed up. I was always a child who looked after his toys, but I guess Pokémon cards can’t escape the wear and tear of years of trading and close inspections. I’ll be honest and say I don’t remember ever battling someone when it came to Pokémon. That was reserved for my Yu-Gi-Ho and Beyblade days.
However, those were just the cards I had already stored into different booklets back in the early 2000s. I had completely forgotten about the number of others I had stashed away in various boxes up in the loft. I opened this semi-translucent card storage box to find an array of multiple franchise cards. Match Attacks, Digimon, Bionicle’s, Pokémon, Lord of the Rings, Shoot Out… there was such a variety. I flicked through feeling a huge sense of nostalgia and nerdiness. I had missed this feeling.

As I sifted through the Match Attacks from the Premier League 06/07 Season, I didn’t believe my eyes. An NBA card in the middle of the stack appeared. It had the glistening “Upper Deck” logo in the bottom hand corner. I read the name out loud not believing what I was saying, “Kobe Bryant Guard”. My mind was racing. Not only did I have a Kobe card, but in the photo he still had hair and was wearing his number “8” Jersey.


I was rich. Well, not rich, but I had a card worth mega value. I envisaged me walking around the streets of Manchester with this thing PSA-rated around my neck. It’d be like a budget Logan Paul entrance, but an entrance none-the-less. I was so ecstatic. I quickly flicked through the rest of the pack to see if I had a Michael Jordan card in my possession. Sadly, I didn’t, but that couldn’t separate me from the big W I had just achieved. Unfortunately I only had a pack’s worth of NBA cards. I remember me and friend back in the early 2000s giving the NBA card game a try for one time (and one time only). We must have been in the Mall back when I was living in Indonesia when he convinced his mum to get us a pack each. These were 2001-2002 cards that were barely touched so I was gassed!
As soon as I came back downstairs, I got on my phone and checked eBay. It was time for the big bucks. I expected to see my card pop up with a hella number of zeros. A few cards popped up but I couldn’t see mine. I typed in ‘Kobe Bryant Guard 436’ into the search bar and there it was, one listed at $70/£53.66. I checked google for an Upper Deck dedicated website. A whole host of the same Kobe card came up. This time they were $3-$4. My heart sank.


My dream of pushing big whips and splashing cash at big venues in Vegas had all but fallen short (generic Hollywood-like dream chosen for dramatic effect). Even though it was a big flop, I was still gassed with my mini collection of NBA cards. Especially how Kobe was rocking the Adidas Crazy Kobe 1’s in the Storm Trooper colourway. The memory attached to the card was enough for me to still be on the positive side. I hadn’t felt a buzz like that for some time.

I’ll probably upload some of my favourites from the collection because some of the Holographic Digimon cards are way too cool to be kept a secret. Especially that shiny Steven Gerrard card which would no doubt have any Liverpool fan foaming at the mouth. Keep an eye-out for more trading card content.

RIP Kobe, one of the greatest people to ever walk this earth.
Clothing Labels : A Love Affair

I have never really liked labels. Not societal ones anyway. There’s no sense of enigma when you want to define something. The best art is not defined. Sure, it can be categorised by a movement or year, Cubism for example, but that doesn’t define it. To label is to remove that objects fluidity. If you were at a Zoo, you’d probably point to a Lion who was naturally a bit fed up and say, “that Lion’s depressed”. In that moment you have taken away the power and raw energy of that creature. Yes, he is probably upset that he’s not roaming a bountiful field out in the wild, but if he was, he would probably be feeling completely different. Labels, in that sense are not only temporary, but useless. My boy Plato took this idea to a whole new level with his “Idea of Form’s” concept. But unlike Plato, he wasn’t out here trying to buy a circa 90s single stitch screen stars T shirt #vintage. In other words, when it comes to clothing labels, a lot of that psychology 101 type of stuff is thrown out the window. Luckily for us, t shirts are inanimate but are given life through their owner. Unless you’re copping a Primarni Harry Potter graphic T in which case no matter what you think, both you and Gryffindor do not ‘win’.

I do in fact enjoy a clothing label. It not only provides you with the date the item was made, but it also can look hella cool. It started with Nike T shirts and my love for the circa 2000s grey label. This was a wonderful design era for Nike in my opinion. It was the turn of the millennium and brands were out there trying to adopt new and futuristic styles. These years saw the company taking air max in a different direction, one that would later become a huge aesthetic on social media a decade later.



I then delved into vintage t shirts thanks to the Round Two Episodes and more specifically Sean Wotherspoon. His love for them had me appreciating terms like “single stitch” and “Hanes Beef Tees” like never before. Soon after came a short spell with Levi’s denim and trying to find Made in USA, 80s/90s pairs. This lasted several months where I was scouring the web looking for orange tabs and silver tabs. When you’re out on the lookout for these specific items, you learn about the different product and marketing iterations that the brand went through year-by-year which is the another hugely interesting part of these hobbies. There are people out there dating jeans simply from the amount of belt loops and types of pocket stitching; it’s just so crazy and cool how people can become experts in such a niche field. I am most certainly here for it.
I’m currently going through a Patagonia phase which hopefully will consist of many joyous knowledge and eBay finds, but only time will tell. After reading B Magazine’s Patagonia Issue on them and being halfway through let my people go surfing, I think the brand has been paving the way for so many years and will continue to do so. It will only be a matter of time before you see other fast fashion companies having to downsize and revert to more eco-friendly options. At least that’s my opinion. Whilst I do enjoy YT’s Arc’teryx track, I cannot help but disagree with him when he says, “we don’t run no Patagonia”. Either way, I’ll gladly run it up whilst others are sleeping.











My Journey into 90s Jungle.
I was born 1997 in Cairo, Egypt of all places. Born to a Peruvian mother and English father, none of whom had a love for jungle. Their club days were full of Motown and disco records of the 70s and 80s, not the acid and happy hardcore raves of the 90s. Inevitably, this made the chances of me becoming a jungle fan quite slim. Had it not been for one fateful day, I may never have clicked with the genre. This has only been a recent realisation, but a realisation nonetheless.

I was browsing someone’s Instagram story when I saw she had posted a recent Nitin Sawhney’s song. “Nitin Sawhney … why does that name seem familiar to me?” I wondered. I clicked on the link, scrolling through his previous works. There it was, the album artwork for Prophesy shone out to me like a beacon. I browsed the album knowing I had heard some of these songs before.

The first track Sunset was undoubtably a song I’d heard before. It was so unique, there was no mistaking it for any other. The whole production on the album had really been ground-breaking not only at the time, but to me as a listener all those years ago. Acquired Dreams had the famous jungle breakbeat echoing off in the background of the track. There it was. That was the memory. Looking out of the car window all the way back in 2001. It was early in the morning so I watched the streetlights zoom by, one-by-one, as the beauty of Acquired Dreams played as the soundtrack. There was my first taste of a jazz and jungle inflected electronic music and I loved it. As I would only have been about 4- or 5-year-old at the time, this moment faded from my mind but had obviously left a huge impression.
Fast forward to when I’m 14 years old and I’ve just returned to electronic music. This time in the form of Dutch producer Netsky. He was huge at the time with songs like Everyday, Come Alive and Rio . However the song that I’d constantly have on repeat was Eyes Closed. This was my commercial Drum and Bass phase that I did hugely enjoy, but I remember wanting more. The music all sounded too produced and there was this grit missing. I couldn’t quite place my finger on it at the time, and I wasn’t sure where or what to look for either. I was in a bit of strange place musically then because I was switching between this niche Metal genre called Djent at the time. This form of music provided me with that guttural need, the one that makes you scrunch up your face like when you hear a ‘dirty drop’ or when an MC gets a wheel up at a Grime rave. A universal bodily reaction that the music was providing, which in a way is all that matters. Soon after came my Mac Miller stage, this led me into Rap, Hip Hop and Grime during my college days but that’s a whole other story.
I went off to Bristol for University and came across a bunch of people talking about Drum and Bass. One of my first nights as a fresher was a Free Night in Motion, there was a drum and bass room but it didn’t really click with me. I was more absorbed by this Pimp looking figure that had these 3 girls dancing around him in a way I’d never seen before. As soon as arrived that night I was buying a round of four jaeger bombs for me and my mates, which at Motion is just not really an acceptable move. Any adult in the know, would just order an overpriced of lukewarm Somersby and be happy for the night. Luckily a lot of learning was done throughout my Bristol days, and cider drinking for that matter!

Come second year of Uni, it’s around September 2016 and I’m on the bike at Pure Gym, looking out the window onto Bristol Harbourside. I had been building up my Soundcloud since hearing DJ Barely Legal’s Mix Mag set on YouTube. I didn’t know about shazam back then so had to use google’s voice search to try and recognise this song. It took a few tries but after a while, Ramadanman – Don’t Change for me came up. Bingo, my first triumph. That was a pivotal moment for me because I having not found a download link, I eventually created a Soundcloud account. From there on, I began my research into various DJ sets and resultingly, a whole new world of music.
That day at the gym, I came across a liquid Drum and Bass radio call Night Grooves. I was sifting through the various mixes they’d uploaded, when I came across this one song that was featured on LTJ Bukem’s Logical Progression – continuous Mix. I can’t remember the exact name of the song but once I heard that mix, it was game over. I had finally found the sound I had been searching for. It had taken 5 years, but I had found it! I must have listened to it non-stop for two months, always returning to it throughout the rest of my days at university. That will forever be my favourite mix and still listen to it now.
This led me onto exploring LTJ Bukem’s era of Drum and Bass, which I would later to go on to find out was actually jungle. The 90s was the pinnacle of jungle, with people like Peshay, Source Direct and Photek all producing these beautifully ambient and other worldly tracks. The sound took me back to my childhood days of playing this side-scrolling sub-marine game on windows ’99. I remember being on a trip in New Zealand and my dad lending me his laptop so I could play that and the infamously pre-installed Pin Ball. Simpler times! The jungle sound had grabbed hold of me that one car journey all those years ago and had clearly never let go of me.

I delved quite heavily into Techno during second year and then French/Tech house during third year of university, so put Jungle on the backburner. Having said that, I did manage to convince my housemates to go to a LTJ Bukem night in third year and it being one of the best events ever. The crowd were all older, so they were truly there for the music. They had lived out their youthful days listening to Jungle in the golden era of the 90s, so unwittingly had beautiful associations with the music like I did. I remember these three guys in their late 30’s who were next to me throughout the entirety of the night, and we’d occasionally look over at each other with the same facial expression. Music can provide these truly personal moments where for an instant, you feel so close to someone you know nothing about.
A not-so-fun memory was missing Makoto’s set in the Doghouse as I had the worst case of tonsilitis in my life. He came over from Japan for his UK tour so shd I not been suffering enormously; I might have even convinced myself to go. To this day, that’s one of those nights that I’ll always kick myself over. The Lenzman remix of his song Golden Girl featuring MC Conrad is one of those great tracks that always help me escape no matter where I am. I told this girl once that I’d have this song playing at my funeral to which she replied, “Do you want your parent’s popping pills and holding up gun fingers as they lower you into the ground or something?”. That image did give me room for thought but I still think it’s a must for the funeral playlist.
Come summer 2018 and I had finished University. Having a lot more free time I thought, “why not try and find some more great jungle tracks to add to my Soundcloud”. In hindsight I probably should have been looking for some appropriate graduate jobs but in all fairness, some of my best reposted tunes are from that summer.
Fast forward to today and I haven’t really listened to Jungle all that much. Having been living in Manchester since halfway through 2019, it was hard for me to find the right venues for such nights out. Not having any knowledge about the night life, I could no longer scroll my Facebook to browse for upcoming events. I find it takes at least two years to understand a city, that process definitely sped up if you get about by bicycle or if you run. Lockdown came about and obviously that was another block in the road. That period didn’t really have me longing for nights out if I’m honest. It was a more introspective period but one that I resulted with me finding Wize Edits, so I am grateful for that.
The only ‘Jungle moment’ I’ve had since moving to Manchester is back in September of last year. We were out for my friend’s birthday with all her mates and ended up in the basement of Soup Kitchen. With it being the first time I had been there; I wasn’t sure what to expect. Walking down the stairs I noticed there was a weird donk or psytrance vibe going on, which I wasn’t too pleased about. There was a real assortment of characters who were all doing their own thing which I did find odd, not having been on the night out scene since pre-lockdown. It was jarring but after a while I managed to warm up. Luckily for me, 30 minutes later the set switched up completely into a heavily stripped-back jungle breakbeat. The set got even better as it delved into this ambient and intelligent type of jungle where the piano chords were being held and built upon. With the classic drums going off in the background, I was finally getting that old feeling again. Stood directly in front of this speaker that was taller than me, I fully embraced that moment as much as I could (and the classic Eggtek Rave Aesthetic). Losing years off being able to listen into my old age, I didn’t care because that old jungle sense was back and I wasn’t getting in the way of it.

Jungle’s one of those genres quite unlike any other. The drums are always there to prohibit your body from staying still. The jazzy piano samples, build up of piano chords or even spacey keyboard sounds are what transport you somewhere else. When I listen to jungle, I feel like there’s a want for unity. I love listening to jungle by myself, don’t get me wrong, but I’d much rather listen to it with a group of other people who are all there for the same reason. One thing for sure though, when I’m back in Manchester, I look forward to capturing that feeling on a night out again.
If this is your first time hearing about Jungle, I beg you just click on some of those links and truly explore the genre’s uniqueness.
Nike TNs and Football Jersey’s – The SportsMafiaBoys Uniform

If you take a scroll through the SportsMafiaBoys IG feed, the uniform is clear. Air Max TNs and a football top. Now that may seem like a pretty open dress code to some, but that combination is only adopted by the few. Whilst the page has recently become slightly convoluted, allowing anyone and their Aunt who’s wearing some hip Nike shoes to feature, back when it birthed there was a pretty strict aesthetic. Perhaps the owner of the page realised there were only so many of these Mafia Boys posting up fit pics on the gram, the rest of them hiding within the ranks of the Mob. Jokes aside, the style is one that is only becoming more popular.

I first came across this style from the infamous escalopeviandehache. What does that mean? You’re probably thinking. Well, according to a French Columbia Buyer, it translated to “Minced Meat”. This is an apt name for the French-Tunisian as he’s always churning out quality content. It seems like every day of the week that his boys are popping wheelies on dirt bikes, graffing up stationary trains and posted up on camp out chairs (less hardcore but equally as cool). That was back when he was rocking a measly 7K followers. He must have realised the power of his aesthetic as he now, as of me writing this, has 101K followers. No doubt people caught onto his authentic street lifestyle of football jersey’s and Nike TN’s. Whilst I’m not saying he invented the aesthetic, he is definitely one of its pioneers.



The SportsMafiaBoys are definitely a bigger presence within France and Italy. Perhaps this is because their football shirts were always more beautiful than our English kits. I suppose the Arsenal kit was quite nice back in the day but I would be biased in saying that. Take the Paris Saint Germain or Juventus kit for example, the colourways just flowed a lot more. The symbolism behind the kits were no doubt affected by the players whose artistic style of football were attached to the kit. The Brazilian Ronaldo is not only a football icon for his amazing skills, but for his effortless style. He was in a way, the Michael Jordan of football. You can see pictures of him all over football fan as well as Air Max style pages, because his off the pitch footwear selection was always on point.

Therefore, people want the Inter Milan kit to feel like Ronaldo or the AC Milan kit to feel like Ronaldinho, because its more of fashion statement that taps into the charisma of footballers from late 90s/early 2000s. Nike’s Total 90 marketing campaign from the early 2000s also had a huge part in creating an iconography around these already hugely recognised kits.

I myself have been on the hunt for a Juventus kit with the Panasonic sponsor beckoned on the front as well as the early 2000s Marseille kit. However, you won’t catch me paying £80 and onwards for it. The SportsMafiaBoys style is one that I am definitely a fan of, but never having owned a pair of TN’s, its sadly one I cannot embrace. I can only hope that when summertime rolls around, I get a chance to match my recently purchased Peruvian Football kit with my Air Max 90 Infrareds. That counts right?

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Grime Kids – A Book Review

I finished this book in 3 days which is a rare occasion for me. It was a breeze to read through. My main commendation towards DJ Target, the author of the book, is what a memory. Most of the people I meet these days say they have trouble with their memories, for one reason or another. I was surprised because often these stories get lost or convoluted by the whirlwind of fame and success. As Wretch 32 said during his recent feature on the Diary of A CEO Podcast, “You just get taken by this Train and you keep moving”. I might be paraphrasing a little but that was the main sentiment. However, in this case Target does not forget the intricacies of the moments that carried him to where he is today. From his childhood spent hanging out in Bow with Wiley, to him and the Roll Deep Crew getting number 1 in the UK charts with “Good Time”, we’re taken on a wonderful journey spanning over a decade.
Having watched numerous documentaries and knowing that Grime was birthed out of the Garage and Jungle movement, I still had a lot of unanswered questions. This book finally painted the full picture for me, with Target himself traversing through the different genres first hand. He was there interning at the studio where Goldie was taking the jungle scene by storm, taking cash out for him with his card. He was there when Wiley was packing up thousands of dubplates in his car trying to sell them to Record shops in London. He was out there in Greece doing shows when Pay As You Go were in their prime. He was about during all these important, genre establishing moments.
“This book finally painted the full picture for me, with Target himself traversing through the different genres first hand.”
One of main selling points, as the book cover gives away, is the feature of Wiley within most of these stories. With him being the Godfather of Grime, I was eager to know more about his early days. I had watched his “Day in the Life” video on YouTube, as well as his various beefs and infamous Lord of the Mics battle versus Kano, yet once again there were a lot of unanswered questions for me. This book helped me establish how pivotal his role was in not only Grime, but British music in general. It also taught me was how close Wiley and Dizzee were back in the earlier stages before things between them went sour. There are little nuggets throughout, such as the story about Dizzee going to Target’s house to buy his old Jungle Records. This is what makes Grime Kids such a worthwhile read.
Another section of the book I truly enjoyed was the entrepreneurial side of Target’s acquiring and selling of dubplates. The consistent hustler mindset that he displayed when selling his records is one that is not only commendable but very motivating. The tales of gaining insider knowledge to purchase pre-release dubs from the different record shops in London had me feeling very nostalgic as it reminded me of when I’d visit record shops with my dad. Granted, I was young so I definitely wasn’t there trying to buy dubplates or sell my mixtapes, yet I distinctly remember each shop having its own tangible feel. I will never forget staring at this Poster on the wall at my local Record Shop. It was Eminem during his full bleach blonde look, holding up his middle finger at whoever was looking at the poster. It felt so personal, yet he had no idea I even existed. What a bad guy. It’s like the stories told by ‘OG Sneaker Heads’, where they would phone up shops and Nike outlets back in the day to purchase shoes over the phone. This bygone era of being in-the-know and physical relationships with store owners is one that I regrettably missed yet could feel through Target’s storytelling.

Whilst there were parts of the book where I would have liked him to delve deeper, such as the Dizzee Rascal’s altercation out in Cyprus, he chooses the more respectful route and doesn’t wish to speak on behalf of his friend’s. In a way, not knowing this information is what grounds us as the reader, creating a sobering boundary between us and the complicated lives lived by these artists. However, this being said, he rarely does avoid the topic matter.

I’m glad Target chose to write the book himself because you can truly feel the authenticity of the stories shine through. Whilst he has worked in radio for numerous years, the ability to tell a story through pen and paper is a completely different skill. What is clear through this autobiography is how DJ Target remains grounded, his love for music keeping him focused. It helps that he never had the attention of the full spotlight on him, playing that Iniesta figure, understanding the beauty of playing a team role.
Reflecting On The London Olympic Games 10 Year Anniversary
I recently stumbled upon Simon Wheatley’s website http://www.dontcallmeurban.com . I’ve seen a lot of his work circulating Instagram over the years via the form of mood boards. The picture of Skepta in a fluffy hat leaning against the wall in a local chicken shop and Kano in a white suit looking like Tony Montana would often crop up on my feed. When I found his actual website which was there to show off his portfolio, I was happily suprised by some videos I had never been before. The video of above is a hidden gem, probably not as easily discoverable as it was published on Vimeo as oppposed to the more popular YouTube. The video follows Grime MC Chronik and friends discussing the gentrification of Stratford in London during the follow up to the 2012 Olympics. With the anniversary of the London Games coming up I think it’s an insightful watch into how it affected local communities, a narrative we don’t often hear about.