Despite sky high property prices/rents and the presence of many media luvvies, Kentish Town is one of London’s true ****-itats.
Not many high streets can boast an Iceland, a Greggs, a Maccy D, a Woolworths, a jobcentre, several bookies, numerous kebab shops, a Cash Coverter and a jeweller/pawnbroker selling clown pendants, Arsenal rings and other such ****-friendly trinkets all within spitting distance of each other.
The locals are Burberry clad white trash and most of them are “cousins”, esp in **** enclaves like the Queens crescent estate.
I recently caught a gang of small boys – no older than eleven – trying to “hide” a laptop computer in my garden that they’d “borrowed” from a man down the street.
In the summer, visit Parliament Hill Lido, where fishwife like ********* cling on to their dim witted boyfriends as they hurl abuse at other female swimmers.
Also ride the 214 bus, which links Kentish Town with the **** end of Camden and Chapel Market, another fave **** hangout.
