Posting from the Holloway Road Post Office. And an oddly serious thing to say. In no other place I’ve encountered since I moved to London is the sense of social deprivation more pronounced. The building itself is a rotting monolith, a desolate vacuum of postpaks and National Lottery tickets. Some of the people in here look forgotten. The weirdest thing is the array of flat screen TVs everywhere in all different shapes and sizes, showing various kinds of Post Office propaganda. They seem so painfully incongruous in a building that aches with desperation.