Housing Shortage
The other morning as I headed up to Vauxhall tube station I saw a group of commuters standing on the pavement, looking at a gang of policemen on the other side of the road. One of the policemen had an iron bar and was wrenching a sheet of corrugated iron off a window of an abandoned shop. I looked up to the top windows and saw that it was not abandoned after all. There were squatters living inside, one of whom could be seen frantically pacing back and forth in the makeshift bedroom. The crowd milled about, smugly enjoying the theatre. An old geezer now approached where I was standing, wheeling his bicycle on the pavement beside him. He looked disgustedly at the policemen. And then he yelled at the top of his voice, "Go and arrest some real criminals, you fucking cunts!" Several in the crowd clapped and one elderly woman cried, "Yes!" The policeman with the iron bar pulled the metal off and it fell with a clatter, revealing some old couches...