Culture

One of my favourite things happens to be my noble Sunday outings in Brick Lane with a ‘pit-stop’ at the Spitalfields market, and a stroll along the Truman Brewery dressed in my crumbled hangover attire. I always walk up till the end of the road, richly rewarding myself with a brave fishbowl at Casa Blue or a coffee at the Swedish Fika with an angelic bagel next door. One daring afternoon which happened to be my morning after an eventful night out, I managed to gather some energy to proceed to the Red Church Street, where I found a brilliant store called Concrete Hermit, managed by a lovely bloke, Chris Knight.