Mary Wakefield Mary Wakefield

Who dares face down the teenage gangsters?

The parkie is frightened of their knives; so are the football dads. ‘It’s just not worth it,’ everyone says sadly

The baby, unbothered by diesel fumes, enjoys an outing down the main road through London N1. Each passing bus is marked by a fat and pointing finger: ‘There!’ On the way to our local park last Thursday, we had just begun to cross the road, pointing up at the green ‘walk’ man, when a scooter tore straight through a red light and cut across in front of the pram.

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