Gangs seemed to be the same wherever you went. There seemed to be a few round here, mainly black, some Arabic looking, but they stood on the street corners guarding their turf just like you'd seen all over Britain.
The turf markings they left were relatively subtle.
Changes in the graffiti showed the demarcation of each patch, a no-mans land in terms of gangers enhanced the demarcation and confirmed your thoughts.
Either these gangers were incredibly respectful of their neighbours or they were bowing to some higher power.
Even in the east end, borders were hotly contested, each gang patrolling the edges of their patches and intimidating their rivals.
For such a shit tip of a slum, the borders here were too clean and clinically defined.
You don't have to drive too far in before you start to feel wandering eyes on you. You begin to notice you haven't seen another white skinned person in a while, and have barely seen anything bigger than a moped actually driving on the road