Welcome to New Cross.
I got back to New Cross from the Glorious north yesterday. Went to the supermarket this morning, came home and found a folding straight razor in my front garden. I picked it up and managed to cut my finger open at the same time, thing was gnarly ridiculously sharp. A kid probably threw it in here to stash it or so they could get into the club next door, either that or barbers have started littering. Welcome home to New Cross eh?