There is also a forest gate village. Now I like forest Gate and used to live a stones throw from it but it still has drug dealers and people stabbing each other over arguments regarding postcodes and dealing turf and criminally reckless driving by young men in powerful German cars. A village it ain't.
These things are all artificial constructs by estate agents and snobbish residents who wished they could afford Islington
As a born and bred East Londoner (not many of us left), I am aghast at this concept. I remember Forest Gate in the 80s/90s. It's not exactly a picnic now, but ain't shit village-y about that motherfucker, now or ever. Christ alive.
There is also a forest gate village. Now I like forest Gate and used to live a stones throw from it but it still has drug dealers and people stabbing each other over arguments regarding postcodes and dealing turf and criminally reckless driving by young men in powerful German cars. A village it ain't.
These things are all artificial constructs by estate agents and snobbish residents who wished they could afford Islington