Stepping out of a newsagent in the wilds of Palmers Green on the way to do my good deed of the, er, year, I was almost run over by not one but two youths sharing just the one ridiculously small bike. Is this the sort of sorry pass the youth of suburbia have sunk to? Sharing bikes? Can’t they just nick a second one? Out there in zone four, they don’t seem to have the least understanding of the rules of adolescent behaviour – one of them even muttered ‘sorry’ as I scrabbled around on the pavement trying to pick up the last of my severed toes*. Wouldn’t happen in zone one.
Meanwhile, can anyone lend us a cat?
* I may be exaggerating slightly