the pleasure of living in London

So, I got stuck in a small traffic jam on the way out of my house yesterday. Various police were zooming around on mopeds and talking animatedly, and hordes of police vans were descending on the area. I assumed that there was some form of a drugs raid going on. It would appear truth is stranger still, with a local “artist” dumping packages containing nails in parts of my area including my street.

Now, I can defend modern art up to a point when it just tries to create a stir. However, there’s something a little tackless in dropping dummy bombs in an area of London that had a failed bombing within the last year, merely a fortnight after 7/7 itself. And it’s the not only terrorism in the history of my street either, there was a cache of IRA guns above the shops oppostite my house in 1970.