Near the Tamazepam and super-cider infused heart of our shabby-chic area is a council owned designer art space with an attached café. That should read – for its number of attendees – a café with art space attached (I know that you know I was going to write that) where the local yummy-mummies and their Howies-clad Finlays and Foccacias frolic and gambol gaily.
In this designer middle-class oasis where Edwina and Mhari sip skinny mocha-pocca-chinos and nibble on organic carrot-cake, they sit secure in the knowledge that appreciation of art and design can enhance their lives and lives of their little treasures.
This enclave of harmony and beauty is surrounded by an area significantly populated by the chemically coshed and unassimilated, unenfranchised immigrants.
These preening parents are a symptom of - and creating an entrenched - class who believe they are artistic but who are truly autistic.
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