Saturday 14 March 2009

Finsbury Park: The dead cat diaries

Scootering down Blackstock Road from Highbury to Finsbury Park can be like sliding along a waste-pipe,
from an affluent neighborhood to its outflow on the edge of a nearby slum.


Each morning the pavements of Finsbury Park are coated in a film of grease,
the waste-pipe outflow has manifest as fan's chicken and beer residue from the night before.

Big groups are safe. Big groups don't all know each other so big groups don't all care about each other.
Small groups aren't safe. Small groups all know each other so small groups all care about each other.

Big groups are Arsenal. Arsenal are safe.
Arsenhalalager. Football, chicken, beer.

Lisa and Phil saw a cat that turned out not to be asleep.
Flickr was not updated with the cute cat photograph but Twitter got one forty on the feline fatal

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