Street Fighter

Last night I was woken from my slumber by a to-do in the street. Well, I say to-do, but it sounded like a loads of banshees having a riot. I don't know what it is about this area, but when people have some sort of beef with one another they like to settle their differences in the street. By shouting and screaming. In the middle of the night. And they like to bring all their friends along for good measure because it would seem that the best way to settle a dispute is to see whose "team" can scream and swear the loudest. "Who the f*** do you think you are?" is a favoured taunt as is "It's got nottun to do wit' you."

I have no idea what this group of women were arguing about. Their yelling was so high-pitched I'm surprised I could hear it at all. It went on for a good 15 minutes, during which time I prayed they wouldn't move any closer to our house and contemplated calling the police. As it happens the police did turn up, but the fight had thankfully moved further away by that point.

I have never heard the like of it in my life. Why people feel the need to shout and scream at each other like that, especially in the street, is just beyond me. Some people just have no class or decorum whatsoever. Sadly, this type of incident is becoming quite common in our street. The woman next door has some sort of feud going with another woman and they regularly engage in verbal sparring in the street. As if fights weren't bad enough, a couple of weeks ago someone set a car on fire at the end of our block. I used to be quite happy living round here, but I'm starting to become more uncomfortable with the situation - this is clearly no place to be raising a child. And Liverpool is going to be the Capital of Culture next year. What a joke.

Lisa xxx