on sunday we made our second attempt to go east, we were somewhat hindered by idiot football fans on the saturday. annnnnyway. we made it. we had a couple of places to get to and on the way we took ronnie round some of the streets of shoreditch to take in some street art. as usual i snapped away, but this time ronnie has picked his favourites of the morning.

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friday lunch time i was minding my own business crossing shoreditch high street in the east end of london, when i heard a mans voice “george no, george come here!” i’m not sure what made me look to see who it was, but i sure am glad that i did. standing there before me was john dolan with his faithful friend george. i knew him, he did not know me from adam “are you john dolan?” i asked ” might be” “well is that george?” “yep” and there it started we chatted for a while, what a charming, humble man. i’m so glad to have shook his hand.

who? i hear you say, well let me tell you their story.

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