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It's been a day of avoiding novel-writing. It's Saturday and the missus is up in Wolverhampton supporting her students' Dance show. A perfect opportunity for me to catch up on the great work, or so you would think.
But, sadly, it was not to be. I let myself be seduced by the vice of geekiness and spent the afternoon setting up a webcam. It's not the most beautiful or informative webcam in the world. Right now it's pointing at the street below my window. As soon as I started writing this I was rewarded by a small group of yoots getting into a disagreement across the street. I turned the camera to point at the disagreement and for a good five minutes or so there was some solid entertainment: Shouting. Posturing. Girlfriends pulling at the arms of testosterone-laden boyfriends...
And then police driving the wrong way down my one-way street. (They always do that, even when they're just going to Nando's for chicken.) And running and flashing blue lights and more shouting.
Hmm, perhaps it was more than a disagreement. There seem to be a lot of police. Can't see any bodies, though. I'll have to wait and see if any big yellow signs appear in the next couple of days. Ah... Life in the big city...
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