Come along to this do, it's a poster exhibition of imaginary shop advertisments held in the latest in a long line of gastro-cafes pouring shit hot coffee, lentil croissants, reiki smoothies, multi-level baby changing facilities, a hefty collection of old Guardians, lactating milfs and whinsome young do-dads chatting about how their second homes up in Norfolk would be much nicer if only the locals would just move out. (maybe not that last sentence) This one has it's own built in radio station. London Fields Radio, broadcasting soon via podcast and then over tinterweb. Think, Vanishing Point, Do The Right Thing, having your own spiritual protagonist, willing you through life over the airwaves. Get Some. I heard there may be espresso martinis.