I know I’m painting a a grim picture here, a portrait of an incompatibly dwelled hovel steeped in nouveau-Dickensian decline and squalor.
But it’s not like that at all.
Jim and Sarah Crackhead, for instance, are good-looking, somewhat respectable-seeming people. She, in fact, has a striking, kind-of fashion world style.
And the old bum in the stairwell is unfailingly polite.