If you believe the papers, London's estates are teeming with feral knife-wielding kids who'd sooner stick a blade in a teenager than buy some chips. How true that is remains debatable, but evidently bursting stray balloons wasn't high on the to-do list of the assorted bike gangs and Staffie owners milling around the streets that evening. Not while I was passing anyway.
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