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We went to an early jubilee style party two roads away on Sunday
We were invited by some friends who lived on the street
We weren't offered food or drink despite there being tables of it
No one other than the friends even said hello
They'd hired in a bouncy castle which our youngest played on for about an hour
One of the residents asked my wife for "a contribution" to the bouncy castle hire
She paid them £5!
If they'd asked me I would have told them to fuck off...
I noticed they were more than happy to allow a councillor who lives in my street to fill her boots!!
There is also a forest gate village. Now I like forest Gate and used to live a stones throw from it but it still has drug dealers and people stabbing each other over arguments regarding postcodes and dealing turf and criminally reckless driving by young men in powerful German cars. A village it ain't.
These things are all artificial constructs by estate agents and snobbish residents who wished they could afford Islington