Or so I thought.
I took this snap at London Bridge on our way home from visiting a Centrepoint project down south of the river. It’s run by a wonderful woman called Jenny who, after we’d done the official bit, came to the pub with us for a quick drink.
Now Jenny, through her work, has a unique window on south London’s gang culture. And she has a way with words – which made for a series of stories that I still find hard to believe. I’m not going to try to re-tell her tales. But I will tell you one thing. Jenny told us that she’d been to ten funerals this year of young men who died violent deaths. Ten.
So, once again, Centrepoint opened a door for me into a world that I thought I knew about but, as it turns out, didn’t. It seems that there’s hard-hitting – and then there’s truly hard-hitting.
God love you, Jenny. There can’t be many people who could do what you do.