Friday, 14 December 2012

Visiting Glen In North London


To get to Glen's home we had to take a short train ride to an underground station, board a train heading north,  disembark, head through a labyrinth of subways, wait on another platform, join another train, spend fifteen minutes of our lives being transported even further north, and then step out into the most miserable landscape known to man. And during all of this time Tony  gripped firmly a blue holdall, into which he had stashed the stolen goods.

Glen's kingdom was on the very edge of north London, where there is a saturation of danger-ridden housing estates, little employment, decay, no hope, old people living in fear, vandalised shops, unwelcoming pubs, and  destroyed bus shelters. I had always thought that where Jill lived was rough, but in comparison to where I now found myself, it was paradise on earth.

But Tony thought that this part of the world was full of character, and that if a man could survive living in such a place, he could survive anything. Here was a part of the world in which only the strongest existed, and the weaker members of society were certainly not welcome.

We crossed a foot-bridge which spanned a busy road. In the distance I could hear the thunder of traffic. I looked to my right and saw the faint outline of a motorway. Thousands of cars, trucks, and coaches roared by, almost touching the edge of London, yet managing to carry on heading north or south, without being sucked into this cesspit. Good luck to the bastards, I thought. They were the lucky ones. The drivers and passengers could see all of this shit from their windows, and they would have been happy to know that they didn't live here.

 When we got to the other side of the bridge I commented on the litter which was blowing wildly around on the ground. Rusted cans and ancient newspapers. Just when did anyone clean this fucking dump? Then there was the dog shit, the cheeseburger wrappers, the abandoned syringes, and the condoms. What! People actually fuck here?

Tony Joy and Dave Cooper heading north, to do business with a very undesirable individual.
Extract taken from "The Londoners 2 - After Love Comes Hate" Now available for Kindle, via Amazon.

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