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Shopping Centre

I’ve always liked the Elephant and Castle shopping centre. There’s no Hoxton hipsters yet, just ordinary folks going about their business; shopping, bingo and bowling.

But its days are numbered – they’ve got plans. Plans that don’t involve us, plans for making money.

This relentless gentrification of the Elephant and Castle brings no joy, just an endless dullness – as the whole of London becomes a giant Westfield.

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