It’s not *all* bad, in East Acton.

I mean, mostly it *is* a grim concrete hole, populated by chavs in their barryed-up BMWs and roaming gangs of few men, eyes peeled for scrap, and untarmaced drives.

But, lacking any means of escaping it for lunch today (the car drivers in the office are absent) we strolled down to the shops. And discovered somewhere selling Red Lemonade and Taytos.

So, not *all* bad.

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