I often see murmurings on social media about how London is a joyless city. An uninspiring city. A city which closes early and stifles dreams. To some extent, these qualms aren’t imagined. London could well be freer — more continental in its dynamism and less rigid in function. But that is not to say there aren’t places within it that bring all the urgency, life and soul that humans so desperately crave.
One such place is found on a rooftop in Peckham. If you’ve heard of it and are starting to tut, understand it is 15 years old and there are scores of uncertain young Londoners in need of a cheap glass of wine or two.
