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	<description>In the midst of life I woke to find myself living in an old house beside Brick Lane in the East End of London</description>
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		By: Kevin McDermott		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[At about 3am one damp morning in the 1960s I was driving a fire engine back to Clerkenwell  Fire Station.  We had been attending a fire in the East End and I was stopped at a set of traffic lights in Spitalfields Market.  The place was deserted and was littered with empty boxes and papers etc.  As we sat there waiting on the lights to change I noticed an old vagrant dressed in an army great coat and carrying a plastic bag  shuffling along the pavement.  I thought of the wonderful poignant words of  the song &#039;The Streets of London&#039; 
Have you seen the old man 
In the closed down market 
Kicking up the papers, 
with his worn out shoes? 
In his eyes you see no pride 
and held loosely at his side 
Yesterday&#039;s paper telling yesterday&#039;s news 
.............................
It&#039;s a memory that has stayed with me to this day]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At about 3am one damp morning in the 1960s I was driving a fire engine back to Clerkenwell  Fire Station.  We had been attending a fire in the East End and I was stopped at a set of traffic lights in Spitalfields Market.  The place was deserted and was littered with empty boxes and papers etc.  As we sat there waiting on the lights to change I noticed an old vagrant dressed in an army great coat and carrying a plastic bag  shuffling along the pavement.  I thought of the wonderful poignant words of  the song &#8216;The Streets of London&#8217;<br />
Have you seen the old man<br />
In the closed down market<br />
Kicking up the papers,<br />
with his worn out shoes?<br />
In his eyes you see no pride<br />
and held loosely at his side<br />
Yesterday&#8217;s paper telling yesterday&#8217;s news<br />
&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..<br />
It&#8217;s a memory that has stayed with me to this day</p>
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		By: Sheila Masters		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sheila Masters]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Jun 2013 12:24:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wonderful collection of photos. Shame there are not any night time shots of the down and outs to whom Spitalfields market was &#039;home&#039;. My parents drove up there every night for years in the late 60s - early 70s feeding the men who lived rough there. I went with them once when I was about 16. The homeless men were mostly winos but some of them were well educated - professor, teacher, doctor among those who found themselves on the streets because their life had taken a wrong turn. They used to stand around a blazing fire to keep warm before sleeping on the ground under sheets of cardboard.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wonderful collection of photos. Shame there are not any night time shots of the down and outs to whom Spitalfields market was &#8216;home&#8217;. My parents drove up there every night for years in the late 60s &#8211; early 70s feeding the men who lived rough there. I went with them once when I was about 16. The homeless men were mostly winos but some of them were well educated &#8211; professor, teacher, doctor among those who found themselves on the streets because their life had taken a wrong turn. They used to stand around a blazing fire to keep warm before sleeping on the ground under sheets of cardboard.</p>
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		By: Sheila butt		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2012/01/17/spitalfields-market-nocturne/#comment-38162</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sheila butt]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 17:21:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was born just around the corner to Spitalfiels market  my grandfather worked there for years 
and I always used to cut through there after work to get my nans pension, went  to the new one a couple of years ago ,when I took my friend on an east end walk very dissapointed I dont know what I was expecting but all the sparkle as I knew it was gone.such a shame.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was born just around the corner to Spitalfiels market  my grandfather worked there for years<br />
and I always used to cut through there after work to get my nans pension, went  to the new one a couple of years ago ,when I took my friend on an east end walk very dissapointed I dont know what I was expecting but all the sparkle as I knew it was gone.such a shame.</p>
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