Londons Illiad!
So it was that the superb Brian of New Cross decided to cross the great
river Isis to set forth upon the northern shore. He dared to cross
and was met by sharpened words by divinelike Angie of Canning Town.
"Ere mate you can't come over here, we aint having no Southerners crossing
the river, you stay on your side pal."
The superb Brian of New Cross stopped. He tried to parley with divinlike
Angie of Canning Town, he wished to migrate yonder.
"I wanna cross though. Who says I can't?"
His rushed words yielded no abatement. Divinelike Angie of Canning
Town pointed at the superb Brian of New Cross and bandied sharpened words
at him.
"Clear off back to your manor. You aint welcome."
Divinelike Angie of Canning Town now had allies at her side; the superb
Colin of Hackney, the son of Helen and Arthur, glorious Graeme of the Golden
Lion pub in Barking, glorious Japser of the borough of Newham and divinelike
Tracey of the wondrous place called Tower Hamlets.
All of them forbade the superb Brian of New Cross.
"How are you gonna stop me then?"
The rushed words of the superb Brian of New Cross did not achieve annulment
of his fate, the group seeked to stop him and formed a thin cordon across
his path.
He reached to his pocket and drew forth a wondrous piece of metal to speak
to the heavens.
"Hello John, gotta spot of bovver mate, some clowns won't let me get to
you mate."
The superb John of Shoreditch spoke sharpened words to him.
"What you on about mate? Don't give some old cobblers about you not
showing, you better make it son."
The wondrous phone was silenced and the rain began to fall on this cold
afternoon in the chilled month of October. The gang advanced and the
superb Brian of New Cross was forced to yield. He retreated back to
the southern shore, he had to think of what his next ruse should be.
He beheld the glorious site of a 21 bus and a plan issued forth to his mind.
He could stow himself away in the deeps of the beast and cross the divide.
The gang had retired back north and were out of his vision. He paid
the coinage and stashed himself quietly away. The beast sallied forth
and in less than 15 minutes he hearkened to the superb John's party in the
haunted backdrops of splendid Shoreditch. The northerners had been
bested this day.