I went to live on Angell Town for a week this summer to understand what it’s like to live on a troubled estate.I hope you were insured by the 'Standard'..!
The story is exactly as you'd imagine, as are the inhabitants of this blighted estate:
Over dinner Golda suddenly proclaimed: “I am thinking of buying this house, David. Foxtons say it’s worth half a million.
"Forget that Brixton is a crime area, I am sitting on a gold mine!”
But how could she raise the deposit when she worked 16 hours a week as a part-time hairdresser and her income came mostly from working tax credit and child benefit payments?*sighs*
Golda had six children by three absent fathers, none of whom seemed to contribute.Why should they, when the taxpayer is bailing them out?
“We are burying our children on one side of the wall and on the other side, the yuppies are having the time of their lives. This is London, not Afghanistan. It shouldn’t be a war zone but for us, it is.”The 'yuppies', as you call them, are studying hard, working hard and enjoying the fruits of that labour. What are you doing?