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Colours of Camden, Primrose Hill & Euston, London - Little Observationist
When I first moved to London some eight years ago, Camden was something of a central hub for me. I was dating a bass player whose band played in local venues like Barfly which is now painted a vibrant blue and the old Tommy Flynns which I believe is now closed. On Friday and Saturday nights, we’d stroll into Marathon – an ordinary looking kebab shop at the front. But it was definitely not an ordinary kebab shop. There was as little room at the back where you could go for really late night jazz, played live by two guys on the sax to a crowd of people who you would never really think would be into jazz. The atmosphere on those nights was electric. There was dancing shoulder to shoulder, wooden tables with candles in the middle, wax dripping down the sides of re-purposed Jack Daniel’s bottles, and waiters swooping in and out, dodging the crowds (you could barely move) with heaped baskets full of fat, hot chips. There were nights in the Dublin Castle spent listening to indie bands and catching up with friends over malibu and cokes, nights listening to live music and leaving £1 coins on …