Living on the edge....
Is what I'm doing by living in Fairfield ward in Croydon, apparently. Some data mining of crime stats shows that the West End and parts of Newham and Southwark are the dodgiest for muggings, but Fairfield makes the Top Ten. Makes you proud, doesn't it?
As I've commented in the past, the Croydon 'strip' is not a fun place to be on a Saturday night if your tastes don't run to vertical lager drinking, wearing a football shirt or other chav finery and getting down to handbag House, but I can't say it has ever struck me as especially dangerous. Apart from the risk of slipping on a pile of vomit. I've lived in or near Peckham, Streatham and sundry other less than sought after parts of London and have so far avoided being the victim of crime, despite wobbling home across Peckham Rye, in a suit, with a briefcase at midnight, inter alia. I still take all sorts of 'risks' of the same sort, but like to think that after a lifetime spent in or around London I've developed a radar for avoiding trouble. My number one top tip is never go on the top deck of a bus during the hours of darkness.
Is what I'm doing by living in Fairfield ward in Croydon, apparently. Some data mining of crime stats shows that the West End and parts of Newham and Southwark are the dodgiest for muggings, but Fairfield makes the Top Ten. Makes you proud, doesn't it?
As I've commented in the past, the Croydon 'strip' is not a fun place to be on a Saturday night if your tastes don't run to vertical lager drinking, wearing a football shirt or other chav finery and getting down to handbag House, but I can't say it has ever struck me as especially dangerous. Apart from the risk of slipping on a pile of vomit. I've lived in or near Peckham, Streatham and sundry other less than sought after parts of London and have so far avoided being the victim of crime, despite wobbling home across Peckham Rye, in a suit, with a briefcase at midnight, inter alia. I still take all sorts of 'risks' of the same sort, but like to think that after a lifetime spent in or around London I've developed a radar for avoiding trouble. My number one top tip is never go on the top deck of a bus during the hours of darkness.
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Did you ever see that television program that involved a chap (Donal somebody)wandering around brixton late at night carrying a laptop begging to be mugged?
It took him about 3 days, each night locals (black) kept coming up to him and warning him to be carefuland advising him to go home, it fair restored my faith in humanity.
Even the kid who eventually mugged him seemed a nice lad. He had to ask his "victim" to hold on while he popped home for a knife.
I saw that programme, Mr H, before I gave away my telly. Seemed to me that Donal Thingum (whatever the hell he was called) was on a bit of a hiding to nothing. I mean, "undercover reporter" showing his mug on national TV. He was about as undercover as Trevor McDonald, and the show was as staged as My Fair Lady.
Typical BBC shit, in other words.
Mr fuller, like Tom Cruise he disguised himself with a "beard" (+:
Can't say I've seen the programme, but it sounds amusing in 'watching between the fingers' way.
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