I secretly live for the day someone stops me in the street, and asks if the handle MiniEmu means anything to me.
It's probably not in anybody's interest to stop in the streets of Brixton...
All you have to do is say hi to someone as you walk into the pub, and you get a glass in your face.
You know, the more jokes people make along those lines the more I start to think perhaps I'm a little naive when it comes to how safe I feel navigating the busy streets at night. So far so friendly. Brixton is failing to live up to its hostile reputation.
So long as people avoid stopping me in Thornton Heath, it's all good.