After having recently been mugged at gun point, held from behind with a revolver to my throat, I have become reasonably detached to my address in New Cross. Coming from a quaint little village called Bearsted in Kent, the excitement value of living in what I can only describe as a Ghetto, has worn off completely. Obviously my personal circumstances are rare and I am now part of the crime 'statistics' that are hard to accept as genuine threats, however I thought I'd post up some shots I've taken recently.
From constant sirens to vehicle arson, occasional visits from Riot Police vans along our road and of course large drugs raids all occurring right outside my window on a regular basis... One becomes tired of unrest and social squalor. Of course even on a quiet day, residents are subjected to intimidation by the oversized roaming beasts, aka pet Pit-bull and Staffordshire Bull Terriers that are a drug dealer necessity thus almost hilariously common on our street. So perhaps from my slightly over dramatic tone, you can imagine my displeasure when woken up this morning by what I can only describe only as a construction site at the very foot of our front steps!
Note please how in the last of my shots (above), just the exit to our particular house has been completely gated off, so I am assuming I am not allowed to leave my own home in case I get in the way of the completely unexplained and 'essential' works taking place whether I like it waking me up at 8 or not. We must have upset a Lewisham councilor.
