11.58am. Where Amhurst Park meets Seven Sisters Road, just on the edge of the Woodberry Down estate. An Asian man, 30-something, bearded, neatly turned out, yelling a death-howl of rage into his mobile phone.

“You’re telling me I’m drinking everything and then using the kids. USING THE KIDS. USING THE KIDS.”

Lucky he had that open bottle of Dragon Stout to calm his nerves.

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