London crime map

This is interesting: London crime maps courtesy of the Metropolitan Police. The information is presented with a fine degree of granularity, going down to a sub–ward level, which is essentially a couple of dozen streets (according to this article, it could have been on an even more detailed street–by–street basis, but this was ruled out on privacy grounds). I wonder whether my household insurance quote will go down, because although in about the highest risk postcode in the country according to the insurers, it appears that I am in a lower risk sub–ward. One can live in hope. The likely impact on property prices would appear to be favourable also. In any event, it is good to know that when walking the neighbourhood streets and when asleep in bed at night, I am at least in the nice part of Shitville.

Labels: crime, london

Black Monday

Now Monday 21 January this year was not only Black because it was a) commonly held to be the most depressing day of the year in any case; b) the day upon which I returned to the office with major jet lag after a month off having a great time, but also because c) the worst European stock market crash since 2001 took place. It also turns out that it was the day on which a bank had to start unloading a €30bn long position of OTM European equity futures, having discovered a major fraud on the Friday. How unlucky is that! Or are the two events not unconnected…?

Also, am I the only one who thinks that it sits rather ill in the mouths of senior members of a bank in such circumstances to describe the person who had entered the bank into that €30bn position apparently without anyone at the bank noticing in such patronising terms as “he was not one of our stars” and he was “without particular genius”.

Labels: crime, news

I put my bag down for a minute today in Evans Cycles, Waterloo while I turned around to look at some bikes, and some miserable scrote appears to have made off with it. There goes my phone, blackberry, running shoes, gym kit (unfortunately freshly washed rather than sweaty). My own silly fault for being careless, but it’s a bit of a shag having to keep a hand on your stuff 24/7 to avoid an opportunist having it away. Guess that’s life these days.

Labels: crime, london

UK crime statistics

According to this, 28% of women reported to the police non–sexual abuse from their partner last year. Holy shit. That cannot be right. Stella sales figures must be through the roof.

Labels: crime