Living in Dalston, in north-east London, means you end up a long way from a lot of things. Above all, from north-west London.
In Dalston, gravestone-white is the predominant colour. Day or night, you walk around in a living cemetery. At 9am, the streets are populated by a bustling crowd, many taking the bus or heading for the overground station, café latte in hand. Others wander around the market or take out cash from an ATM. Few people stay at home at 9am on a Tuesday. But my friend does.
