I lived in what must have been the poorest part of Sheffield for 13 yrs, part of the mother and children in divorce pattern, note I said the poorest, not the roughest. Sadly it has turned to the latter now. There was so much unconscious humour and irony back in those days, which you just do not see in other areas- such as when the newly arrived Slovak Gypsies first saw a white baby in a pram in a front yard and took it to the local chip shop a few doors away, to sell it to the Pakistani owners there! He promptly called the police. Well, they said, we thought he might like a white child too! As a teacher, my mind boggles at the IQ level of many people, but in an odd way, you can see the irony and funny side in such acts too. The shoe febreeze has brought up quite a few natural and humerous responses especially with the high cost of trainers and the need to keep your one pair of trainers reasonably fresh smelling. Police cars are more or less standing day and night in the area now, just to keep a lid on things. The english live IN their homes, they live on the street corner on the rails and go home to sleep only and why the english have these big gardens /for their children to play in safely/ seems to be a total mystery to them.