2nd February 2012

Tonight it’s 2-tone night at The Hope and Anchor and the trumpet refrain from Ghost Town drifts across the estate like a sombre fog. Even though I have to work tomorrow I find I can’t sleep, so I end up watching the club-goers staggering out paralytic in the early hours, the 40-something are-you-looking-at-me brigade, still picking fights, but these days without any real agenda.

I told the visitors to leave me alone for a while, I need to think.

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