Sunday 4 July 2004 9.25am
Sunday morning in Bermondey and, hark, I hear the sound, not of bombastic fireworks, but of bells. St Mary Mags I'll be bound. What a refreshing change to the noise of drunken yobs. But the question is, will the neighbours complain? A plague on their 'two bedroom luxury apartment with post-modern balcony and stainless steel kitchen' if they do.