I mentioned before that I was driven at by a dead eyed radge down at the lower Gilmore place entrance to the canal.
Last night I was running early for band practice so i parked the gravel bike (looking good as tourer with two ladened panniers) at the barge cafe (8a,m-8p.m.) and sat in the sun drinking a lovely double espresso. There were some bangin choonz coming from further down at the actual basin and not what you might call mellow.
I set off over the lift bridge and down the road parallel to the canal where the traffic warden HQ is. Lo when I reached the ramp back up onto the canal the same car was parked illegally and the choonz were blaring from the flat above. The rubbish strewn by seagulls (herring?) and the car with back windscreen stoved in and covered in grafitti added to the ghetto feel.