I'm going to miss Bethnal Green

Was just involved in an amazing bit of street theatre. Some builders were delivering 2 sofas to our house, when round the corner comes one of those municipal car towing vans, and they can’t get by – “Waitcha turn, you caarnt!” suggests one of the builders. As the tow truck slips by, one of the builders holds up his middle finger and shouts “Cunts!” – the truck stops and out gets a 7ft high, eastern european giant haystacks in a shiny yellow jerkin. “What did you call me?” – “I called you a cunt” says the plucky builder, bumping into him with my sofa. This prompted all kinds of fuck offs and finger jabbing, until everyone realised that no one was *actually* going to start a fight. I played the peacemaker, and pretended to reason with the enormous parking attendant, saying as nicely as I could: “listen, I think you really ought to fuck off now.”  The man mountain got back in his truck. The plucky builder was loving it. “He thought I was going to back down, but I wasn’t… I’d have kicked him in the balls, he’d have gone down…” – this met with general agreement. “Yeah, he’d have kicked him in the balls, and done him in the throat… what’s he gonna do? My van’s too big for his truck. Fuck him!”