04-18-2015, 10:42 AM
walking through the backstreets of Tooting was, to say the least, a great cultural shock of an experience for a product of inner city living such as I. after spending all of my remembered life as an inhabitant of sunny Battersea, I was used to a more diverse type of populace. but here, being so far away from the big city's centre, there were only two brands of peoples , skinheads and not-skinheads. now, Tooting wasn't exactly on the suburbs, but, being a town which originally sprang up around a market, it may as well have been. my new house was exactly in the middle of the street (save for my next door neighbour, who could just as easily share that claim). as we approached the two story domicile, a strange looking woman (who had quite obviously been poured into her lycra leggings, which were atleast three sizes smaller than modesty allowed) caught my mum's attention with a very vocal rendition of "cooey!" which, by all accounts, was apparently the colloquial vernacular for 'hello.'
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