I was working late the other night when I heard a commotion outside – it sounded like someone trying to kick over a compost bin. Expecting to see some alco-popped adolescents expressing theire distaste for conformist society instead I just caught sight of three foxes sprinting away. They then had a sniff around the bins of number 55 across the road before one of them made that strange foxy yelp-bark and off they ran towards Clissold Park.
I wanted to shout out to them "You’re wasting your time. They’re all vegetarians in Stoke Newington." But it was very late. And I don’t speak foxy yelp-bark.