Breakfast in the Stadium Cafe. The kind of establishment that never fundamentally changes. Paint splattered contractors sat in plastic bucket seats eating fry ups, packets of cigarettes on the side for post-tea consumption. An impressive menu posted above the counter, displaying fare that usually includes eggs and/or chips. Prices that would have been competitive even a decade ago, but for how long? A name now ‘redundant’ with the famous local greyhound track in the process of being demolished. Stripping out the old layers of a fast disappearing London.