Tufnell Park Gadabouts

The beer garden is empty, it's Saturday afternoon and the first day of the year when you would even think about drinking cold lager outside. The sun is directly in our faces and is giving us a relaxed glow as we talk about our plans.



After the gridlock madness of Holloway this is an oasis of calm and peace. Flat living in London means outside space and peace is cherished and noticed - you can feel yourself relaxing and sensing things again without the constant battering and city edge. Smoking Marlboro and watching the bubbles rise in the Stella, a lazy chat, having time to think before you speak and the chance for quiet un-awkward lulls to form, no urgency.

BANG - it's gone, fucking loud mouthed inconsiderate posh twats squawking over each other. Four of them shouting down the stairs and spewing into the garden. Please, anywhere but near us, loads of space available, but no, they move past us and sit within a couple of yards braying their playground noise shattering the peace and train of thought. Instant anger, instant intrusion. What the fuck is wrong with you people? Go on, fuck off to India on your poverty tour I hope you catch typhoid and spend 3 month's with the world falling out your arse.

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