I’m wandering through Camden, trying to remember it. I’ve barely set foot in these ends since I lost Jules, the defining friendship of my twenties. He had a flat here for years and we were a double act - literally. We spent years travelling the country, doing shows, pursuing our comedy dream.
It was above the Oxford Arms pub near Camden Lock that we’d do our previews for the Edinburgh Fringe, but I haven’t been here in years because when we lose friends, we also lose places. So I lost Camden, too.
