- Thu Apr 25, 2013 7:33 am
My aged uncle and aunt lived in a mansion block looking down on Putney Bridge, near the Star and Garter. They got frightened by "all the violence and burglaries" and didn't want to toddle round to Putney High Street any more.
At a large meeting about this a very sensible copper said: "Put your hands up if you've burgled, or robbed on the street" : Nobody. "If you know the names of anybody that's been burgled or robbed": Still nobody. "If anybody whose name you know knows somebody who's been burgled or robbed": A few hands.
He, the copper, explained that this was the reality but that the perception was different.
I would say the same when I was squatting on the Lansdowne Green Estate. In the middle of riots, skins, glue-sniffers, smack-heads, steaming gangs, blues parties all night, the odd murder.
As a young man Cameron looked out on the social carnage of pit closures and mass unemployment, looked at Margaret Thatcher's government and thought, these are my people. When all the debating is done, that is really all I need to know.