The other day, while walking down Brixton’s Coldharbour Lane (a road frequently referred to as Crackharbour Lane) I happened upon a scene which not only restored my faith in humanity but also made me grin uncontrollably. Picture the scene: on the stoop of a tenement building stand three men. Perhaps in another less savoury Coldharbour Lane situation these men might be considered intimidating; however, here on the stoop they have an air of innocence about them. You see, these three men are concentrating intently on a brightly coloured Slinky cascading down the steps. The Slinky reaches the bottom and comes to a halt. One of the men picks it up reverently, places it on the top step and sets it off once more. They are utterly engrossed. I stop for a moment; I am equally transfixed with their antics as they are with the Slinky. This is one of those sublime moments where you forget about the bad things and feel that everything is alright in the world.
