Eventually after a couple of months the council rehoused us in a place called the Ray Lodge Estate in South Woodford. The first time I went there my blood ran cold. The room that eventually became my bedroom had human shit smeared all over the walls. There was also a big red puddle in the middle of the floor which the council woman suggested nervously was ‘just paint’.
It was the worst place in the world to me. Hard kids with dead hard eyes bogged me down – smashed-up washing machines and fridges lay everywhere – needles and burnt-out gutted cars littered the underground car park.
As a 16-year-old it was a bad time to try and fit in. I’d missed the window. If I’d have moved here when I was younger I’d have just become a part of it. I never became part of it.
Thank fuck I had a big dog – a big Alsatian – the gorgeous and talented Sheba. No one fucks with you when you have a big dog.
She was my furry flick-knife.