Six green-lidded bins in a neat row of three each side of the road, carelessly inlaid with three thick, white arrows forming a crude triangles - the recycling logo. Red brick flat blocks, tall and steep, although worn by time and graffiti, lay behind the bins - monuments to the lower-market scenery but shamefacedly dwarfed by the immense sky-scrapers of better catchment areas. A tramp sprawled by one side of the road, his face scarred and grimy, feverishly uttering words of pleading to passers-by.