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Today is a good day. My uncle is dying in hospital of cancer and the doctors don’t think he’ll make nightfall. I’m on my way to see him now. You’re probably wondering how this counts as good or if I’m some crazy sadist or both! But that’s because you don’t know the whole story.

I grew up on the outskirts of Croydon. Close enough that I couldn’t escape its postcode, but far enough to still be able to say I lived in London. Mine is a…