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Nothing more mundane than dust. One morning I was sitting at one of my favourite squares in Granada and saw this woman gathering sand, bits of paper and other matter. 64 more words


The tragic death of Martin Walker: a Hackney Dustman

I first met Martin in 1977 when I was foreman plumber at the Defoe Road depot in Stoke Newington, Hackney. He was a plumbers mate on my team. 484 more words


Hats off to the doorstep heroes

I often try and imagine myself doing other people’s jobs. A supermarket checkout assistant, for example, a line of work to which I would be singularly unsuited, since I am unable either to shut up and mind my own business or pick things up without breaking them. 556 more words

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