Despite the vast majority of the occupants in the Anfield area of North Liverpool having never actually worked, quite a number can be very enterprising and have made themselves extremely rich through a cottage industry. Well, not so much a cottage industry as a derelict house industry.
For some reason, large areas of Liverpool, especially in the inner city parts, have street after street of houses completely boarded up. They were probably scheduled to be demolished or something but the money ran out. So, they are just left.
One of the local sports is of course for the Scally scum to set fire to them.
|(Stealing electricity from a street-light to heat a skunk farm)|
The more enterprising will warn off the 6 and 7 years olds who are lighting the fires, and instead use them as crack houses. A collection of addicts will congregate inside one of the houses that has had its reinforced steel doors prised off and a party of skunk and crack consumption, vomiting and then sleeping will be undertaken.
The far more enterprising will actually turn the houses into skunk farms. By breaking in via the roof of one house, knocking through walls to get to another, no sign of forced entry is immediately detectable to the casual passing policeman. Whole rooms can be equipped with the plants and the heat and light needed to grow them.
Electricity isn’t a problem, as the street lights outside are still functioning even though the supply is disconnected from the terraced row of derelict houses themselves. Street lights are simple to tap into and a mains lead can easily be run to provide all the free power needed to feed the farm. Skunk is grown using power paid for by the Council Tax. Since nobody really works, the Council Tax is mainly paid for by the Government, who are effectively paying to grow North Liverpool’s skunk.
Skunk is an essential need of almost everybody living in North Liverpool. It helps keep them paranoid and slightly tame, and is part of a pyramid sales scheme that almost all locals are involved in.
It is impossible to walk the streets without smelling it. The tell-tale smell of old lady’s wee on people as it comes back out of their pores, or its distinctive smell as it burns is everywhere. Skunk here is a part of life, and stealing from houses or robbing local shops at gun point (most of the kids have access to guns) helps those at the bottom of the skunk selling pyramid to pay for it.
That’s the way it is here, and I don’t see it changing any time soon.