The message to Southwark Council

It's like a jungle sometimes: it makes me wonder from how I keep from going under. Broken glass everywhere, people pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care. I can't take the smell, can't take the noise, got no money to move out; I guess I've got no choice. Scooters out the front, wasters out the back, chavs swear at kids in the upstairs flat. I tried to get it fixed but couldn't get far coz the neighbourhood officer's a useless tart.