. . . I digress
Jun 29, 2011
11:16am
Beeston Street Life.
There’s a gathering in the street. Specifically on the neighbour’s wall directly opposite. Seven or eight young men in jogging bottoms and trainers, shirtless. Not a chest hair between them. They seem to have only four topics of conversation; anal sex, Stella, fast cars, and strident violence. Judging by volume and vociferousness, they are most passionate and knowledgeable about the latter. Seems that violence is the key to getting all they want of the other stuff. Probably not one of these lads has been further than Bridlington but they all sound like they were brought up in a government yard in Trenchtown; even the chubby ginger kid is proper gangsta. Do they know how embarrassing that is? I wish I dared take a photo.
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