I haven’t been to Soho in ages. I went up there a few times when I first moved down to the capital, but we decided it was kind of dangerous for me to get dressed up and go there on my own of a friday or Saturday evening, so my visits there stopped. But I rather miss it: it struck me as a unique part of the city, full of life, where one can express the sides of your personality which otherwise must remain hidden. Part of me wants to bite the bullet, break out the sequins and head up there again, but having just come across this I’m not sure. Soho is dying: Soho regular Kalvin Ryder explains how the area is not what it once was. The bulldozers are moving it; it is being cleaned up, made more ‘family friendly’. While some may argue that that must be a good thing, it is the eradication of a community, the obliteration of one of London’s most distinct corners. It’s painfully obvious that Boris and his intolerant Tory pals hate having such an area in central London – they want the city remade in their image: white, straight, rich and small-minded. If this article is correct, Soho will soon be just like any other part of central london: all coffee bars, book shops and offices, and we would have lost one of the coolest parts of the city.