I reach this city when Empire Windrush dock. Mi see chair come, chair go. We only could afford old sofa, but it scratch, it creak, but it solid. Young ones buy, throw away fast. Wander Spitalfields, funky accent settee chair bright like carnival. Dem tings not showroom clean, but dem real. When Notting Hill riot cool down, people buy furniture to last. Every stain show moment. Mi and brethren Lennox find one old Chesterfield in Dalston, but dat sofa warm half community. Mi can hear di spring creak when man drop heavy.

Every area carry different vibe. Kensington love velvet, unusual sofa wid deep wingback. Hackney raw, wid retro chair mash-up. Modern flat-pack? Dem carry no story. Vintage chair tell history. Truth be told, mi take scarred sofa over glossy fake. When you pass market, take armchair wid scar, and let it shout London and Jamaica both.