We're often so distracted with creating images that detract from our reality, I'm not sure if could see a solution even if I caught a glimpse of it. The problem stares at you daily and I'm generally left feeling immobilised compelled to brush off the guilt.



SWAT serves over 1,000 meals a week from their humorously themed black combat van that stations itself in and around central London three times a week. They are only scratching the surface of one of the byproducts of our capital's lust for unchecked development.

Just before I leave them at 9:30p a middle-aged gentleman cradling a bright red sleeping bag that he's just received stops and chats to me, I comment that I wish more people would create such social spaces.

He tries to prevent someone from knocking over his cup of tea on the pavement, then having picked up what's left of it looks up with an indelible smile and wishes me a very Merry Christmas.