ABSTRACT

I remember sitting outside a winebar in the summer down in Chancery Road which is just up the High Street, a couple of roads away, just at the time when people were collecting their children from school, and you see mothers in enormous cars with children in school uniform, who are obviously going to private schools. And you see women pushing buggies with children and having collected other people’s children going to the estates just round the corner. Um, there is . . ., considering in such a small area, there are so many different kinds of backgrounds, it never ceases to amaze me how little people socialise.