The wrong side of the tracks.

Why is London like Budapest?

A. Because it is two cities divided by a river.

'Once upon a time, you could make a crude distinction, thus: the rich lived amongst pleasant verdure in the North speedily whisked to exclusive shopping by abundant public transport while the poor eked out miserable existences in the South in circumstances of urban deprivation condemned to wait for hours at windswept bus-stops while the sounds of marital violence, breaking glass and drunken song echoed around and it was cold and dark and it smelled of fish and chips. But you can't trust things to stay the same.'

Wise Children by Angela Carter, South London writer. I've written more about her in the next issue.