Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Bad Dalston fiction

It started with a kiss. A kiss of death.

"Welcome to Dalston, now the coolest place in Britain", ran a Guardian headline back in April, sitting atop a litany of parodic-sounding hipsters and hipster quotes that turned out to be all too real.

More cringeworthy words came in a short story in Saturday's Guardian Weekend magazine - a story by a middle-aged man about a 23-year-old fashionista girl, that was (of course) set in E8. Spurred on by this, we set up a blog for bad Dalston fiction: here's my first contribution, 'To Dalston we shall go', and here's the blog:


Btw here's something sincere (it's a fine line, admittedly) I wrote about Dalston a little while back.


Anonymous Expendable Youth said...

Funny, but the faint air of snotty venom leaves a sour taste. They can't all be cunts, can they?

9:07 PM  
Blogger tgpb said...

Clapton's next. Mark my words.
E5 is REALLY edgy right now, definitely edgier than Dalston. And there's already a shop next to the Pond called 'Clapton Village' AND an Organic cafe.

9:34 AM  

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