Mi name Varon, come London 1948. When it come to seat, mi know what last. Back then, South London rough, cold, but dat sofa hold story. Modern people love shiny tings. Step in Portobello, sofa carry story deep. Not glossy, but dem live long. When reggae first play in Brixton pub, Get Source Armchair pass from father to son. Every stain show moment. We drag it on trolley all di way Brixton, but dat sofa warm half community.
Mi can smell the leather now. Every area carry different vibe. Kensington love velvet, wid plush sofa. Shoreditch wild, wid sofa in bright clash. Modern flat-pack? Dat nuh worth nutten. Old funky accent seat hold family together. Truth be told, mi always choose retro over new. When you pass market, pick up sofa wid story, and let it be part of your life.
