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Sunday, October 15, 2006

Think California, Think Hackney

In complete counterbalance to the ludicrous Webmacaroon, have a look at this tender and beautiful video clip from PatCorpFilms of Hackney, showing the borough in its true light. It's so good to see the citizens of Hackney making celebratory films. This is what Labour is all about.

Think Orange Country. Think beautiful people. Think glorious locations. Think Hackney. (Except, of course, for the shots of the ugly and wasteful Hackney Marshes, which we will shortly be turning into a socially useful car park for the Olympics.)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I've never lived in Hackney. However, I used to have friend that did, and we visted them on a number of occasions.

I didn't find it any worse than most of the rest of the East london suburbs.

It was indeed a delight to walk down by the River Lea, through the parks there, and stop for a beer or two in some of the pubs along the way.

I can think of worse places in the UK for sure.