Thanks to those readers who've alerted me to their local blogs. In time I will link to them all. To begin, this sobering and sensitive account of the recent funeral of a local young man:
It was a mild morning in June and people in their thousands were dressed in black. There was a funeral going on. A young boy whose life had been cut short by the hands of a knife and by the actions of evil lay in a casket where his family and friends attended to pay their respects. The amount of people who attended the ceremony at St Johns on Lower Clapton Road was significantly large; a rough estimate would probably be around the 2,500 mark. Young, old, black, white, some walked, some took their cars, a sombre occasion for a life no longer. Looking down from above, he would have been grateful and proud.
Now read on.
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