Why London Markets Are Good For Your Love Life

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My only local butcher closed his doors after failing to convince his son to take over the reins. ‘He doesn’t want to be a tradesman,’ he told me, ‘he wants to go on The X Factor and become a singer.’

This trends of kids avoiding traditional trades for attempts at the entertainment industry may be changing. Suddenly, joining a collective and becoming part of a market has become cool. New markets that directly link producers to the public are springing up all over London, run in unlikely corners of the city, and they’re getting more specialist.

Yesterday we had three neighbourhood markets running, one for vinyl and vintage, one for market produce, one for foods and meats, hipsterish and a bit sexy. Why sexy? One market gardener told me he loves the weekly events because ‘it’s a great way to meet real women.’ When I asked him what he meant by that, he replied; ‘Ones who aren’t in media.’

With Brexit taking hold, I’ve hoping we see more home produce as imports become expensive.

Markets are London’s better-kept secrets – not the tourist-tat ones like Camden and Portobello Road, but Borough, Maltby Street, Broadway, Brixton, King’s Cross, Cabbages & Frocks, Lower Marsh and North London Vintage. There’s not a ward in the city that doesn’t have one, but there are dozens of pop-ups appearing too. Which means you can get healthier food direct from source, and maybe improve your love life!

2 comments on “Why London Markets Are Good For Your Love Life”

  1. Vivienne says:

    The Hipsterish trend certainly seems to improve food – even if only choices of cereal. Maybe that’s better than disaffected sons in the butcher’s shop. So many people seem short-term these days, in that they either expect to win the lottery or to win X-Factor and be famous at once: no time for evening classes for improvement. But I fear Brexit will not mean more English veg – no one will pick them except folk from Romania and, having walked Norfolk and seen field after field of shot broccoli and dying cabbages, not even enough of them.

  2. Helen Martin says:

    A friend of mine asked his class of twelve year olds what they “wanted to be” and he was told “famous”. Famous for doing/being what? “Just famous.” I’m assuming they meant like the Kardashians, whom I’ve never seen, but they seem to be the image for being famous just for existing. I wonder how long it takes for these kids to learn that there are no instant successes, unless you want the proverbial 15 min. and nothing more.

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