I have a thing for graveyards. Specifically, the crumbling Victorian variety. The sort that is built in a disordered pattern, on soggy ground that cannot support the tombstones. The grandeur of the graves and monuments, falling into a state of disarray and disrepair. I am also drawn to the wonderful, kitsch side of these cemeteries; something best exemplified in Tower Hamlets. Gaudy fake flowers in shiny, engraved vases. Heartfelt but corny grave-toppers saying ‘Dear Dad’. I walk around these cemeteries for hours.