Stoke Newington High Street runs from the white liberal enclave of Church Street (homeopathic healers, designer clothes shops, independent bookstores) through the Turkish community (men’s clubs with no discernable purpose, kebab shops) to the African and Afro-Caribbean end (hair shops, furniture stores selling coffee tables fashioned from ceramic tigers).
That’s how Nick Laird characterizes the street in his 2005 novel Utterly Monkey (which is not the worst book ever, but not something I’d necessarily recommend.) I’m not sure where this building fits in Laird’s version of the High Street, but it sits on the east side of the street, at the intersection with Tyssen Road.
This is another of those so-called double ghost signs, one painted over another. What’s interesting here is that the new signs seem to be advertising almost exactly the same things as the ones they were painted over.
The title of this post, Stoke Newington Blues, is also the name of a short story by Irvine Welsh. Welsh uses this story to demonstrate his knowledge of the geography of Hackney public transportation and police services, among other things. This story and the book it appears in, The Acid House, are definitely not for the faint of heart.