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JAMIE shackman's Collection of stuff which exists here only so he can look back when he's old and remember what it felt like to be young, carefree and generally very silly, and hopefully smile and remember that he had a pretty great life with lots of people who somehow liked him, or at least put up with him, and whom he loved an inredible deal,
Working in Soho I often used to walk down to Trafalgar Sq to eat my lunch and watch the world go by.
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It was when looking down over the barrier at the packed benches below, I was struck by the diversity and obscurity of the people the benches attract and the different interactions that take place on them.
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From shared meals and potential deals, to hugs, shrugs, laughs, kisses and tearful goodbyes, the range of emotions was fascinating and I like not knowing what any of it meant.
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