prostitutes

during last night's missed night bus adventure i stopped off at the famous brick lane beigel bar in order to grab some food and an industrial strength but not very tasty coffee.
from there i walked home. obviously for the young and the beautiful thursday night at 4am is the normal kick out time from the local clubs. so brick lane was brisk with people walking home (after having had a better evening out than i had had!)
the thing about brick lane and spitalfields is the amazing mix of old and new , modern and traditional. so you have new fashionably designed loft apartments (tracey emin lives in one of those - so i have been told), butting up against old style elegant townhouses next to council properties. small indian resturants vie with plush large trendy eateries. style victim shops sit opossite clothes shops where your granny goes to buy her undies and such like.
in short its an area of contrasts. its also an area that is supposed to have a large proportion of the east end 10,000 artists, you won't be surprised to learn that i want to become one of that group! its an area that has seen much change and is still seeing change - from the communities who live there to the types of things that have gone on there.
with that in mind it is nice to see that some things never really change that much.
the commercial is still the place to see prostitutes - some young some old, some thin some fat, some drop dead gorgeous others looking like they have had several whacks of the ugly stick.
last night as i walked home munching on my beigels i saw 4 ladies of the night. only one of them asked if i was looking for business.
its comforting to know that under the shadow of hawksmoor's christchurch prostitutes still ply their trade and that as the various jack the ripper walks wend their way through the streets they can point to the working girls and say mmm look some things never change.