A "walk in the park," area

I've won new cards. Lots of them. "Special, valuable these are," we are told. I spend a day there, everybody wants it, none can have it.

At first, I wonder if the juiciest section of my cards, are these blocks. Typical! Eleven, count them, I've never seen anything like them, eleven 'first name never nevers' as we call them. I put rectangles around mine, with big asterisks. Eleven out of eighteen. I get one every four sheets usually. Sometimes two on one sheet. Usually means they've applied and were turned down for some reason, usually stupid mistakes, bad credit.

After a while I speak to a solitary passer-by; he lived there, thinks one is still there some 'old harry' I think he said. "Waiting a bungalow. Not going anywhere else."

The place is simply amazing. Just about each flat has at least one window broken. I count them, to see if there is at least one door I'm able to knock. Eleven 'first name never nevers, and another four on the next sheet.

Passer-by told me the way up. I saunter past it and wonder what would be "up the steps, round the outside."

I wander around the back looking for numbers. There's more of the same the other side, another block. More. I see over one side, a workman carrying boards for windows talking to someone. Later two geezers with dark coats, tight hair cuts, striding my way. On a mission, no doubt. I see big white letters in place of the white handkerchief, "COURTS." We smile, I think, "I'm cool - I've got a badge." They're not after me. "Amazing," I say. They nod. We look around in awe at the wastefulness, and depravity of mankind. I share the spectacle for a minute with the knuckleheads. "Amazing," I says, "I gotta knock these." Chuckles and giggles and guffaws. "Nobody here, any more, mate. Nobody, nomore" I read out the street name on my sheet, "that's over there, the houses." Oh, good. More of same the people who still live around here, I say. And head off, once more about my business. Knock, knock. From Telewest, can I come in a minute? Cheers. Sniff.

I discover the remnants of... the people who once lived in the flats. Here, a door which has had several letters stapled to it.

Courts, I had in my mind. Drugs says Amanda. I wonder, a price list? :-)

I wonder, this could be a door to hell.

I swap the cards today. One day's enough, lots would want them, they're special.

Scut for knobs, anybody, get 'em while they're hot.

I do well today, all triple plays, credit cards, direct debits - good customers, nice people, in four hours, knocking bungalows and semis. Missed the rain and home in time for the family, back from their cousins' Christening.

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