Southgate from Kevin Boniface on Vimeo.
06.30 a.m.: I could see a figure lying face-down on the pavement up ahead. I got a bit closer and I saw his right arm move. He rolled briefly onto his side and back onto his front, where he lay still again. He was wearing new, clean clothes: plaid shirt, dark blue denim jeans and expensive-looking trainers. As I passed, I asked whether he was OK.
He rolled onto his side again. He was young, mid-twenties, dark curly hair.
'I’m just bored,' he said.
'Oh, as long as your ok?' I said.
'Have you got a spare cig?'
'Ok.' He rolled back onto his front.
I carried on up the road and into the park where a man of about sixty years old – Adidas trainers and shorts – was picking up the dog shit left by his border terrier and putting it into a little plastic bag.