Exactly as advertised, a east London crapshack, complete with obligatory cart full of metal and obvious signs of attempted (or accomplished) entry for winter time squats! I drive by this place everyday and love the juxtaposition of the new build in front of it. I suggest that anyone who wants to get in before it gets "whatevered" park at the local Tamara Hortence and go for a stroll, you can't miss it! Only risks I see is the busy street and the neighbor, although the neighbor probably has seen some shit and would welcome anyone without a needle hanging out of them or a circa 1980's bright red Chicago jacket THAT'S RIGHT, I KNOCK HOMELESS FASHION CHOICES.
Possible squatations, blue door is locked
Everyone get black out drunk this xmas and tell someone off, new tradition, I just made it up.
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