It’s a new year still, isn’t it?

It’s nice, at the start of the year, feeling that you can do anything. And weirdly the recent slew of celebrity deaths – Postlethwaite, Karn, Rafferty – somehow heightens the feeling. Is it wrong to say that? One thing I often wonder walking through Kentish Town, as dreary and dystopian in January as it gets, …

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