I just came across this list I scribbled a few years ago when I moved to Hackney…
You know you live in East London when…
The 55 bus is a great place to meet people.
Every good electro night is described as ‘polysexual.’
Consequently you haven’t met a straight guy in six weeks.
You forget fringe-less girls exist.
Everyone has at least one Pete Doherty story.
Your boyfriend is so thin he’s now two-dimensional.
You see Faris Rotter so often you think he’s part of the wallpaper.
Your passport photo was taken by Alistair Allan.
Every Sunday night (in a secret location) there’s a guestlist-only candlelight memorial mourning Boombox. All tears shed must glitter.
At least half your friends go to Saint Martins.
You haven’t seen flared jeans in years, and consider them a symptom of blindness.
You thought Santa was the mayor of Shoreditch.