Now it seems the sofa is being put in the same ‘best-avoided’ lifestyle category as saturated fats, cigarettes and sunbeds.

I’ve recently been writing about the health risks of spending too much time recumbent, after research revealed that getting a little too well-aquainted with chairs and couches can be detrimental, even for gym-bunnies.

Another study study from the American Cancer Society last year linked extended periods of sitting down to increased risk of cardiovascular disease, diabetes, depression and obesity.

Courtesy of Sofas And Stuff via Flickr

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Since I last blathered on about it, the topic – with a Haringey slant – has been in the headlines. First David Lammy, MP for Tottenham and one of the most vociferous opponents of the betting shop culture, has blasted the government for not taking action against lax planning law, as recommended by (Queen of Shops) Mary Portas in her retail report. And second, the Association of British Bookmakers has stated that there is “no evidence whatsoever” that the gambling industry targets poorer communities.

It’s clearly a huge, labyrinthine issue. So I thought it might be interesting to focus in on one single case-study – the newest addition to my neighbourhood; a branch of BetFred that opened its doors to Haringey’s eager gamblers in October 2011.

The Wellington

This is what the building – on the left of this glorious sepia pic – looked like many (many) moons ago.

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This is my garden in a former life.

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I have a multitude of bees in my bonnet about my corner of north London. Fly-tipping, dog fouling (don’t get me started), a lack of respect for its architectural gems. But right up there, or should it be down there, are betting shops.

Bill Hills. Boo hoo. Pic by Pam Brophy via Geograph.org.uk

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One of the 'finds' from my day on the Thames foreshore

London is primping and preening itself in preparation for the Olympics, in a very ostentatious bunting-and-banners way. But, earlier this month, I joined in with one of the clandestine projects going on.

The Big Waterways Clean Up is an initiative to get the waterways around the Stratford site looking their best for July. Here’s a little experience piece I wrote about my day…

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I grew up on the cusp of the communication revolution. Computers and mobile phones existed but they were cumbersome (think Gordon Gekko’s Motorola brick), and not all that common. When I went to uni the first time around I kept in touch with friends by writing postcards rather than emails, called my parents from a public phone box and organised my social life via a pigeonhole (and by ‘pigeonhole’ I’m not referring to some sophisticated piece of software but an actual pigeonhole).

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