We've become a generation of home bods, we sit in our homes, flick through 900 channels and end up playing on our phones looking through Facebook, Instagram or playing words with friends, and god knows what other apps. What happened to actually playing scrabble with your friends...in person...at a table?
It's a veritable melting pot of trends, music and culture. The area has produced a diverse array of talent who are widely celebrated today; from esteemed writer (Edgar Allen Poe), to top businessmen (Alan Sugar) and even man-of-the-moment Idris Elba. Local institutions like the 115 year old Hackney Empire has helped provide platforms for this multicultural talent over the years, and the Industrial and Jungle electronic music genres even originated from the area.
Whether or not you're registered to vote probably isn't something you spend a lot of time worrying about. That's fair enough, it isn't always up there with life's great stresses. But today the Government is publishing its latest register of voters and, if you're not on it, that could be a problem for you.
I encourage any school to dare to be, be that school that offers challenges for their pupils to conquer, the school that prepares children for the world as well as their GCSEs. Creating the employees and employers you want to work with won't be solely done in the isolation of a classroom, nobody said "go work for her, she was great at GCSE physics".
Diane Abbott's article on the Huffington Post is factually inaccurate and politically motivated. I understand that we are in a febrile stage of the political timetable and that a "Tory toff" is a tempting target in the simplistic world of sound bite politics. But the truth of the housing issue in Hackney that spurred her attack is very different from how she and others have portrayed it. For obvious reasons this situation has been personalised to me. It has been suggested that I have been personally going around "evicting" needy tenants from "social" housing in Hackney for my own gain. I haven't.
Don't know about anyone else, but once the mercury hits above 20 - I shed the skin of a (semi) responsible person and get utterly side tracked by the pursuit of pleasure. That dead area at the beginning of the week (I think they call it Sunday-Tuesday) becomes a gin-sodden round of boozy picnics, 'just the one' after work drinks/dins and pub garden pick me ups...