Ain't Life a Riot

I live in Brixton.....it's a great place to live, full of colour and character. Some of the characters are a bit too colourful at times, but that's part of Brixton's charm. Once you get used to the 'groove' of the place, the oddballs are as normal as me and you.

One of Brixton's more energetic oddballs got run over and killed last week by a prison van. There has been talk on the street (and in the shops, at the bus stops and in the pub) that it might not have been a complete accident, but I don't know 'cos I wasn't there......

We all felt very fond of Gully and her marlboro jacket. She always said hello and once offered me a swig of her drink.....the sight of her dancing about in the middle of the road seemed normal to us......

Early this evening there's going to be a gathering in memory of Gully, it's going to be held in the little square where the drinkers gather. I'll be there, if only to say hooroo to Gully and to acknowledge that, in this funny little corner of London, it really does take all sorts to make a community and that the Gully's of this world are important.