Rubbish Drama

  I brought the cats in this morning and found this skanky NUTTER roaming about the stairwells. (i had my camera  on me). A track of empty cans and fag ends led to its friend which had *charmingly* just peed on the stairway below my flat. 
I guessed they'd been at Fred's, an old black guy on the top floor who sometimes has parties.
I'd only just been talking to him on Saturday morning, outside, about the 'blockage' he got removed at the Homerton (yup, i have lovely street convos) so i went up to his flat with the pair of them screetching along behind.
On the way up i *almost* cracked one of them for getting too close. Because of that, it started screaming about me attacking it. Also, when i asked Fred to 'deal with these people' -- they started shouting about being called 'these people'. WTF am i supposed to call them?  Gentry?
Anyway I left old Fred trying to sort the whole thing out. The stairs were deserted half an hour later.
Hmm.... i suppose they COULD have had knives: one doesn't think of these things at the time.    
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The other one was as excessive as this one is depleted.
Ew -- must stress that this incident is untypical of life here!  

ION i am still bundled up against this sore throat thing, but its no worse.
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