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  • Writer's pictureTim Bradford

The old tin box factory on Blackstock Road

In my post-pub dreams the old deserted tin box factory on Blackstock Road was going to be turned into something exciting. Any day now. Over the years it has been the site of:

1) A writers’ retreat with running water and personalised minibars 2) A cafe for nymphomaniac jazz chicks 3) A zoo for put-upon grey squirrels 4) A cinema for stay-at-home dads 5) A swimming pool for people with dodgy knees 6) A museum of cheese

Unfortunately I always dreamed these things but never did anything about them. Now the bulldozers have arrived and the old deserted tin box factory on Blackstcok Road is now just a few piles of browny-yellow brick.

So which of my ideas will become reailty? Or will it become just another shite block of modernist flats?

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