There is a particular gravity to the ground at Percy Circus. To those who visit today, it is a quiet architectural circle, a place of geometry and stillness. But for those of us who walked these streets in the late 1970s, the memory is far less serene. In 1979, I was a schoolboy at Sir…
If the shop was my classroom for the heart, Chapel Street Market was my theatre for the world. I remember shopping there with my Nan, whenever we passed the stall of a family friend named Faye, the show would begin. Faye sold women’s clothes, and he was a master of the “draw.” If trade was…
