What’s knife crime concern in downmarket areas of London compared to the social alarm stirring in the council estate where I'm lucky enough to live?
|Smoking up the stairwells ... Clouds of smoke, it seems, come from the stairwells when the smokers get partying. Photo by Stas Svechnikov on Unsplash|
The news must be sufficient to have devious drugs laws originator Tricky Dicky - er, former President Nixon - spinning in his grave.
Keep your windows closed
Under the heading, Drugs on the Estate, the warning to each flat reads, ’Many residents are becoming concerned as they can’t open their windows due to the fumes from cannabis being smoked in the stairwells or outside properties.’
The document reveals that smoke entering ‘neighbouring homes’ from pot parties affects children. Quite how it affects them is not disclosed.
The grim news might bring parents of teenagers a moment of relief and a chance to get their breath back - with the windows shut, of course - from the current community anxiety of children slaughtered in London’s knife epidemic.
Puzzlingly, the usual qualification for living in a council estate is a marked shortage of wherewithal.
|Up in smoke ... Partying in the stairwells has a price - a fortune. Photo by Jeremy Paige on Unsplash|
How much for a joint
The upmarket product reportedly costs $32, or $130, or $184, and even $324 for a gram. Presumably, the higher prices, expressed in dollars for an unexplained reason, depends on where the seller has his stall.
Where there’s less likelihood of the buyer getting nabbed, higher prices are is likely, I presume.
If that's the price tag for here for the stuff, how much do you need in a smoke, er joint?
The New York Times tells us that the amount needed varies.
The newspaper states, ‘Roughly one in four people responding to an informal poll last year by High Times, the cannabis magazine, said a typical joint contained one gram of marijuana.’
That has me wondering about the seeming fog of smoke swirling about this very large estate. Who would possibly have that sort fortune to sponsor staircases full of partying smokers?
Or might it be that estate gardening competitions in years gone by have encouraged a modern group of cultivators who have found a more lucrative product to produce than radishes, spring onions, and beans?
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