There are only two times in my life that I’ve nearly been lynched, once was a road rage incident in India when somebody threw a rock at me and I lost it, the other was last night outside a William Hill betting shop in Victoria station.
The idea was good. Furtive gamblers at 9.30pm crouched around fruit machines, looking like hyenas around potential prey. Dirty, horrible animals they were… who became wild after the betting shop manager told me to stop taking pictures. Continue reading