The grimness of Loughborough Park, Brixton

[editor]

So, it's a lovely Sunday afternoon. The sun is out, the air is crisp - what better time to take a little stroll with my loved one around my nearby park, Loughborough Park?

And what do we find? An ugly pile of gravel where the 'walled garden' was (removed as an anti junkie measure), graffiti, a few scattered needles, wrecked park benches and - joy of joy - a group of four crackheads bubbling away on their pipe and giving us the hard stare treatment.

Not surprisingly, the park was deserted.

That park used to be a lovely place to take a stroll a few years ago and now it's been turned into a fucking wasteland. I am fucking fed up with junkies, crackheads and smackheads fucking things up for everyone else.

Sorry. Rant over.

 

[aurora green]

Funny thing, walked out of my flat yesterday, (Sunday) about midday, and literally on my front door was asked if I wanted some weed. Like as if I was going to look up and say yeah, actually that was what I was leaving the house for, thanks.

 

[aurora green]

Actually, I know thats not the same thing at all,
but drugs eh? We're just awash with them.

 

[beergut100]

You should all just move to Brockley. It's much nicer here.

 

[editor]

You should all just move to Brockley. It's much nicer here.

FACT! One of the market stalls in the Granville Arcade advertises its broccoli as 'Brockley'!

Who'd want to live in an area that sounds like a hardy vegetable that looks like a green bonsai tree?!

 

[beergut100]

Lettuce put it this way, people from countries as far afield as Sweden can't help but turnip here.

 

[Pie 1]

You should have gone on up to Brockwell Pk, It was utterly beautiful up there yesterday morning