Been in London from di forties, seen it all. Furniture? Chairs, sofa, dem tings?. Share space wid three bredren, but it scratch, it creak, but it solid. But mi tell you, retro piece worth more than gold. Wander Spitalfields, armchair wid leather crack. Not new outta box, but dem real. When reggae first play in Brixton pub, people buy furniture to last. Every spring hold laugh fabric and leather couches cry. Cold, snow pon street, but Beer spill, children jump, reggae shake wall.

Mi can smell the leather now. Design mix by area. Chelsea go fancy, wid deep wingback. Dalston funky, wid funky old frame. All dem catalogue chair? Dem carry no story. Old funky accent seat carry life. Listen dis, mi love vintage over flat-pack. When you tempted by showroom, pick up sofa wid story, and make it tell your story same as mine.