Cynthia Rose, NME, 8 October 1983
Stroud Green Road is one of London's more depressing thoroughfares. Noisy, dirty and deprived, it looks as if the buildings which line this lead-perfumed thruway have actually shrunk in size out of sheer self-loathing. There's one thing very green and pleasant about it, however: it houses the most remarkably exotic bazaar of vegetables you could conjure up.
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