 Is
a policeman self-consciously tapping a foot to some ear-bursting
speed garage? |
 Is
a sandal-wearing Trustafarian sitting languidly in the window
of his third floor Ladbroke Grove flat labouring under the
misconception that he in any way looks cool? |
 Are
the streets awash with human detritus of a level not seen
since the days of Sodom and Gomorrah? |
 Is
the sight of white people attempting to dance to reggae music
as amusing as ever? |
| And
is a middle-aged white man sporting a rasta hat replete with
comedy dreadlocks? |
| Has
a major financial company handed out thousands of branded
bandanas, cleverly merging ethnic diversity with corporate
promotion? |
| Has
every shop within a ten-mile radius mysteriously quadrupled
its prices? |
| And
is fucking Sainsbury's closed? |
| Do
thousands of people collectively flinch when a car backfires? |
| Is
a snaggle-toothed lout selling multi-coloured whistles as
little more than a front for pushing low grade marijuana on
consenting, responsible adults? |
| Is
al fresco urination commonplace, with young girls reduced
to squatting in a thicket like woodland animals? |
| As
night falls, does it become a powder-keg of racial tension,
with only the inadvertent spillage of a piece of jerk chicken
required to instigate a flashpoint of ugly, wanton violence? |
| Is
the whole thing basically little more than an excuse for a
great big fucking piss-up? |
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