When I finished posting on Monday I took a bus to Camden Town and went straight to bind my eviction story.
I then made my way to the offices of the CNJ.
"Could you do me a favour?" I asked the woman at reception. "Could you give this to Journo Guy? Tell him it's past its sell by date and if it wasn't I'd have sent it electronically, like I did the other journalists, but it is so he gets it bound like the Prime Minister!"
She laughed!
I was so lightheaded when I walked out, my legs so hollow, my head so empty, that I figured I must float to the World's End for refuelling before I headed home.
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