Monday 2 June 2003 12.12pm
I live on the Creasy estate, just east of Tower Bridge Road
. Its a nightmare. There was this really fat kid who used to have a silver scooter, like those really sad ones that businessmen used to go to work on a couple of years ago. But he had this one with a motor fixed to it, and he used to ride it at a hell of a speed up and down the pavement. Little git and really dangerous too.
But now he has obviously had a birthday, and he has upgraded to a motorbike. His mates have obviously been impressed, and have also bought them. Of course, their other mates "borrow" the bikes for a quick whizz around the block, and they never bother wearing a helmet. In fact, its a miracle they can see where they are going, what with their baseball caps pulled down over their faces, and then the hoodies pulled up over the top. Mind you, what chance have they got, when one of their fathers is more than happy to sell drugs from his flat with the stereo music turned up so loud, it makes my china vibrate in the living room. I only hope that when one of them is riding without a helmet on that he falls off and breaks his bloody neck. Actually, I don't really hope any harm comes to them (I know my postings here are sometimes taken literally). I just hope that him and his mates get a really bad dose of the squits that renders them unable to leave the flat for the next couple of years. Not that implausible if you have ever eaten from the Kebab shop on Tower Bridge Road
-MM- The Nature of Monkey was Irrepressible.