on budge street, chelsea

Budge Street, Chelsea, in the heart of London's artistic quarter, is, like so many streets in the hearts of artisitic quarters, dark, dirty, dingy, and depressing. Its residents would appear to be great readers and fond of fruit, for tattered nespapers can always be found fluttering about its sidewalks and old banana skins, cores of apples, plum stones, and squashed strawberries lying in large quantities in its gutters. Its cats are stringy, hard-boiled cats, who look as if they were contemptlating, or had just finished perpetrating, a series of murders of the more brutal type. [uncle dynamite]