Many years ago, I walked from my parents’ home in the Home City to the old gasworks. Back then the gasworks was being redeveloped as a multi-purpose space. There was an anti-EU gig taking place in its yard, I only went there hoping to find Jorge, bored and disoriented. What I found was Jod’s smile in the crowd.
Last Wednesday, I walked from my parents’ home in the Home City to the old gasworks. The whole area is in the process of rapid gentrification, its up-and-coming label already growing old, with a metro station under construction and with poor immigrants in the process of being chased out of the once destitute neighbourhood. I only went there to join Jod for a couple of drinks in one of the many bars. What I felt on my way there was the firm realisation that, if not in London, it is Home City I would like to live in.