The Walworth Farce

It's 11 o'clock in the morning in a council flat in south London. In two hours' time, as is normal, three Irishmen will have consumed six cans of Harp, fifteen crackers with spreadable cheese, ten pink biscuit wafers and one oven-cooked chicken in a strange blue sauce. Also in two hours' time, as is normal, five people will have been killed.