Is it true that metropolis dwellers have “misplaced the power to come back collectively and know their neighbours”, as claimed by Prince William, or is that this the form of factor you say if you’re an out-of-touch royal making assumptions concerning the lives of extraordinary folks? If oor Wullie swapped his dwelling — a deceptively named “cottage” on a sprawling 655-acre property — for a tenement flat in Glasgow, I dare say he’d shortly change into well-acquainted with the rhythm of his neighbours’ lives: after they stick a washing on; how typically they’ve intercourse; their favorite tune to belt out after they drunkenly mud off the ol’ acoustic … (Wonderwall. It’s at all times bloody Wonderwall.)
Significantly, although, my metropolis road possesses extra group spirit than
