Acklam Market in W10 was alive and growing, stretching itself out, hungry and actively consuming more and more of the empty spaces under the Westway. Gone were the needle swallowers and the rough sleepers, swept up by the new brooms of ever-eager councils, London’s unfortunates brushed aside to make room for yet more trendification and at some later date, hopefully, gentrification. Even now the estate agents in their colour-coded electric vehicles were sniffing the winds of change and hoping that a microbrewery or a search engine campus might take root and help to push up the property prices.
gentrificationThe market was full of the bright young things, drinking and swiping on their mobile phones for the next love of their lives. The music was loud but not too loud so as to stir the resid
