There was (maybe still is) a cake shop in Southgate, North London. About a minute from my old flat.

The cakes in the window display rarely changed, if ever.

The guy running it looked like if you imagine the toughest prisoner at a prison, only wearing an apron.

About 50/50 whether the glass would be smashed whenever you walked past.

It was often “open” and had people coming in and out of it at 2-3am when I came back from nights out.

And there was a drive-by shooting right in that area while I lived there, that I always assumed was related. 😅