Dear N16
My name is Dynevor Roads and Im a recovering drivaholic. Once I used any excuse to
reach for those keys. Dog to the park? Take a drive. Nip up the shops? Take another drive.
Kids to school? Give them a drive. Start em young to develop the habit. Id fly
into a rage if I couldnt keep my drug of choice (a VW Golf) within arms reach
of the house. But the habit was spreading, as more and more drivaholics moved into Stokey
I had to park further down the street, then in the next street. Then there was just
nowhere to go. Id just drive round and round, soaking up the juice until I found
some dark and squalid little space to crash into.
I became a one, then a two gallon a day man. Plus a bottle of windscreen wash. Once I got
so low I hit a sleeping policemen. I went into Councilling for four years,
spending hours at a time in the Hackney Town Halls sensory deprivation
chamber. Now my habit is under control. I am on a 12 step programme. Those steps get me
out of the door and on to the path to recovery. I never noticed it before; its just
outside the house, between the front gate and my car! It takes me to the shops, the park,
the pub, the bus, the train. And I dont have to guzzle gas to use it! But its
a path threatened by the unrestricted habits of unreformed drivaholics. They creep in from
surrounding areas that have been cleaned up; where trained wardens enforce parking
rehab, or CPZ as it is called.
Ours is now a street of shame where every day you can see speeding,
dumping and even mainlining (down to Liverpool Street). We
desperately need a CPZ treatment. For a contribution of only £1.50 a week we can help
dozens of drivaholics to find a decent parking place near their home and loved ones and
keep their habit under control. Some of the real derelicts and unlicensed users might even
give up altogether. Then once more we can walk freely and safely along our street. Thank
you for listening.
(as testified to John Hudson) |
Dear N16
Here are thirty-three things I hate about Stoke Newington.
- Three wheeled prams
- £2.50 a pint
- Streets full of shops and no jobs.
- Career beggars
- Primary school that you cant
get your kids in to
- High school that I wouldnt send
my kids to
- Stokie Police. Hackneys biggest
and best... gang
- No more Hackney homeless festival...
why not?
- Shops full of expensive crap
- Bloody yuppies
- Estate agents
- Stokie Mafia (you know who you are)
- One big new swimming pool... instead
of two big old swimming pools
- The wrong Mayor (again)
- Street loonies
- Muggers
- Kids who wear hoods in the summer
- A graveyard with more action than
Parliament Hill
- Local businesses who make big bucks
and still pay their staff minimum wage
- MPs who think getting McDonalds into
Hackney is great for local employment. (Do you want lies with that?)
- Crackheads
- Junkies
- Prostitutes
- Shit on the streets
- A local council thats so
incompetent its not even funny
- Fresh and Wild
- Late night pubs that are so rough the
bouncers have got bouncers
- The toerag(s) who nicked my last two
bikes
- The loony who followed my girlfriend
home singing Im gonna sex you up
- The Vortex for being too elitist for
too long and then whining when they lose money
- The fact we cant get cable
because we live on an estate in N16
- Competitions. People from Hackney
never win competitions
- Myself. For still being here
Stevie (full name and address supplied) |