To begin at the beginning:

‘My problem is that when people say the word 'Please' I find it difficult to resist. Just like when I'm in Tesco and pushing that trolley and I'm looking at the butter — Flora or Utterly Butterly — and I'm blocking the way. They say 'Please can you move' and I move.’ – Michael Adebolajo

the school bred up bit-players
see their faces bathed in hydroponic glow – children of the silence
within the South Circular
imagine sparrows peeping cautious murder the nocturnal charm
of blue-black hydrangea and the sudden inexplicable scream
the people who are and who are not like you
ever the vanity of small differences and knee-socks and religious school –
lower than Letwin or Platell as unable to identify a Hawksmoor but not all bad
no not by nature – they hate but no more than we all do

disaffection
is an interesting word, implying loveless and wraps
of speed and the babies born in Lewisham Hospital have it
like a birthmark or psychosis resulting from years of skunk abuse
twenty-two years old and the product of south east London’s
loving lower middle class