Favelado
J'adore South Shore
I live with nine other people in the gutted remains of a music storage warehouse in Brent. None of us are from the area, and many of us aren’t even from the country, but we are conclusively failing at the whole gentrification thing, given that most of us earn significantly less than our neighbours, none of whom would want to live in the warehouse given the perennially harrowing state of the plumbing.
Arrrrrrrggggg! You're RICH. You're from a rich family and you work as a journalist in one of the world's richest cities. How dare she write as if she works part-time in a chippy in Sunderland or something. She gentrifies everything she looks at. Just because you're neighbours are rich, it doesn't mean you aren't a stinkingly wealthy pig-dog as well.
The cheek of it. The fucking bare-faced cheek.