
I always assumed we lived in a “nice” area. It’s quiet (if you excuse planes taking off and landing). It’s friendly – everyone knows everyone. It has a brothel so there are always people around, including security staff walking the girls to their cars. So I was very surprised to discover one morning that some bastard had tried to smash the front windscreen of our car. It obviously take a hell of a lot to smash a windscreen these days. [...]









