#photoblog Truly Grim Up North London

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Yesterday's post featured the sad sight of a dead pub in Fortis Green, North London. Did it die of natural causes? Or something more sinister?

Perhaps we'll never know – because the cop shop across the road has gone the same way as the pub…



Whodunnit?



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