The night I stood up to the thugs - and why I will never do it again

By MICHAEL WILLIAMS - 20th August 2007

via CR

My neighbours and I have come to dread the warm summer nights.

Just when you want to open the windows and let a cool breeze blow away the heat of the London day, they're out there - sometimes up to ten of them - gathered at the gates of the park opposite our houses.

Razor-sharp haircuts, the souped-up hatchbacks with blaring music, the shouted f-and c-words, the obligatory cans of booze bought from the local 24-hour shop.

They're often there till 2am, despite the fact that some of them are only 14.

You'd think we'd be confident enough to tell them to go away.

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