My area – Earls Court a very weird and different area

Earls mash a very weird and different bea. But that is not the opinion of the people living on that point thats exactly my opinion. Earls Court is a different atomic number 18a I care to hark chief(prenominal)stay of it as a minor t ingest not just few area in the heart of Kensington. The streets are eternally coered in old crisp packets and used condoms and thither always seems to be puddles of water or some liquid that never seem to dry up. Behind my nursing home is a private garden which, on a cold winters morning is as misty as the peak of Mount Everest and the frugal Highlands put together.This garden is run by a Garden Committee which is headed up by a muliebrity who changes her hair colour every single week, for example brook week the charwomans hair was smutty and this week it is active as red as Manchester Uniteds football shirt. In this garden there is a tennis court which is set up during the summer and the rest of the socio-economic class the poles o n which the nets hang are used by myself and ab come forward ten other mates as football posts. However the woman with the ever changing hair colour always seems to see us and come out and prehend the ball even though her house is about from the school to Shepherds Bush tube station.The rules for this garden are extremely, I cant think of the word, hang on, ah yes, STUPID. You are not allowed to play football, play music, play and instrument, ride your bikes or any type of game that can damage the plants. It might as well be an open-air(prenominal) prison. About 2 minutes walk from my house is a giant Tesco superstore it claims to sell everything but the put out is you can never find everything because they keep changing where everything is so Ill probably never know if they do sell everything.I remember about a month ago now, me and my mate Gav were in Tescos and I had to use the toilet so I told him to wait down steps. As I came back down the stairs my hat fell rancid down to the ground floor below I ran down the stairs only to find my hat had disappeared and Gav standing where it had landed with an evil little grin on his face. and so a Jamaican security guard came up to us and express, What are you doing, and I because I didnt need to get in trouble said in a very angry and serious voice, Gav man, where the infernal region did you put my hat? , the security guard told Gav to get my hat from where he had hidden it amongst the boxes of wine.He gave it to me and we were just about to get out without getting into too much trouble when Gav, being the stupid changeling that he is, made the mis apportion of bursting into a fit of laughter when the guard had just turned away not when he was out of earshot but when he had just turned his back so the guard heard, turned around, called his colleague and literally and I emphasise the literally, threw us out of the store onto the paving material where Gav and I proceeded to laugh our heads off.But perhaps the most prominent building in my area is the parting complex just around the corner from my house down a side pass which runs historical a creed church building. In this complex there is about 6 or 7 cameras 2 of which overlook the admittance handout in. On a dark and low-keyed Saturday night if there is vigour else to do what me and my mates like doing is laborious to get into the complex without being spotted by the 20 or so security guards just inside the main entrance. One time I dared a boy called Adam to run in and touch the sign that is about 10 metres in search of the front door.There were about 5 of us including Adam he ran past the gate, past the cameras, touched(p) the sign, and ran back. By this time all of the guards were up out of their seats and sprinting out of the door I was the last unity to notice Adam sprints by me screaming like a little girl and every mavin is running, I hadnt noticed what was happening and when I turned around from my hiding plac e about 15 metres from the gate about four of the guards were coming through the gate, I stood up and started sprinting like a cheetah chasing a zebra.When I came to the fork I went right whilst every champion else had gone left down to Adams house, I heard one of guards say, You piling go left while we go right, were going to get these kids, I though, Christ their going to catch me I wouldnt nurture been so worried if they werent carrying holsters around which could have contained a gun. I ran mingled with and over the parked cars and over a wall about a metre or cardinal spunky and hid. I waited until they had maken up and then I emerged from the shadow of the crucifix, triumphant in the point that I had given trained security guards the slip.As I mentioned before I there is Gospel church near my house which has a bright green spire and on a sunshine morning and Wednesday evening it is absolutely bursting with music and singing. But the noxious thing about this is that al l of the cars of the church goers block up the parking lot the only place that we are allowed to play football. But there are other more interesting things about my area like the fact that a woman fell of the roof of my house into my garden and I still dont know how she got up there. Also about three weeks ago a complete nutter of a man was on the roof of an state brandishing and firing a rifle.All of the surrounding roads were closed off and armed police and for some reason there was riot police there as well. Nobody was hurt except the cat-o-nine-tails firing the gun who shot himself in the leg before being arrested. Once I was go my bike to my mates house and a tiny, little homosexual man stood in the way on plan even though he had about a 10 second delay before I was near enough to hurt him he stepped out and then said in a squeaky little voice Watch where your going you stupid little s**t, I shout out back at him some obscenities that I cannot mention here.Around my area t here is a lot of refugees who go around asking people for money. Once I was walking to school when about five of them came up to me and asked me to give them i10 I just looked at them and said, You got to be joking, the leader looked at me in truth seriously and said, I am being seriously perfect, and that just made me laugh. I think he meant to say, I am being perfectly serious, but got confused. The leader then grabbed me and said, give me i10 now, he was only about as tall as me so I kneed him in his groin and the rest just backed off because a security guard had come out to see what was going on.The guard escorted the leader off the premises and by that I mean threw onto one of the islands in the middle of the road. There is a tall, red brick building just around the corner from my house which used to be where the local police force startd for free until it was turned into a council flat. There is a woman called Louise who is about 40 years old and has a problem with kids. She is as thin as rake and is about medium height. Her nose is crooked and she has a terribly squeaky voice like a rusty bike chain. She has a balcony coming out of the back of her house which she likes to use for taking pictures of people passing especially kids.When we make noise she comes out and starts going on about how we are making too much noise, and then we confront her about taking pictures of us she just goes quiet and slithers off quietly like the snake that she is. Just last Sunday she came out and starting having a go at us but when we started confronting her about taking pictures of us she said shed even take videos of us we just said but thats illegal, she said so is noise disturbance then I said but which one do you think is more serious, at which she just walked off and I called after her I thought so .She wears kind of trampy clothes and she probably only has one piece of clean clothing in her whole life. Around my area there are a lot of kids who wander around loo king for kids to lollipop, but I know them so they dont try to mug me. However when I was in first year there was some kids that I didnt know trying to mug people, and once I was on my way home from school and I must have looked like a right idiot with my catholic schoolboy uniform all neat and tidy. They were walking on the other side of the road and I saw them look at me then cross the road towards me so I crossed the road to where they had been.They were then behind me and had turned around and started walking quite quickly towards me now you have go to remember that I was a little first year so I couldnt fight off two 16+year olds, so I started jogging, they started jogging, I picked up the pace, so did they, I was coming up to Tescos now so I sprinted through the back way through the car park into the store up to the first floor and out through the first floor exit. As I went down the stairs I could see them through the 12ft high windows searching for me jogging through the ai sles so I started jogging across the large 6 way road to my house.As I rounded the corner I saw them come out the main entrance, point towards me and start sprinting, so I just sprinted to my house and got through the front door in record time. I opened two doors in about 6 seconds. As I said earlier I consider Earls Court like a little town a little town with its own high street with every shop its own cinema and even its own arena and park. But with little towns there comes problems. On Thursday mornings there are piles of lightlessness bin bags waiting for the bin men to come and take them away it smells about as bad as rotten fish and eggs put together.You trip over the bags that are strewn all over the pavement. As I go down to school I go past a bright, gai choi yellow estate which all the dump trucks come out of and so that stinks even more and there are kids on the estate that spit down on people going past. All in all I think my area has some good points like the fact tha t most of my friends live there but there are some bad points like all the crime and trumpery on the streets. But it is my area, Ive lived there all my life and I love it.