Here's a recent news story you may be familiar with. About three months ago, there was a nasty accident in which a cyclist collided with a London bus, and his leg got trapped under one of the bus wheels. In a direct contradiction of the standard behaviour that we associate with Londoners, within seconds more than fifty passers-by had run over and collectively managed to lift the bus off the man's leg. It's a beautiful image of people coming together in a crisis, given a slightly bizarre twist by the one detail I've been holding back from you: the victim was riding a unicycle at the time.
That's Walthamstow for you. That's the district of London I've lived in for thirty years now.
I'm moving out today.
I probably should say something about it.