You step out of the barber's into a completely different street. You are now in a cul-de-sac surrounded by derelict victorian warehouses, the walls coved with grafitti. There is a red Jubilee telephone kiosk in serious state of vandalism. Litter lies strewn on the pavement. The sky is grey and overcast. Tower blocks tower over you menacingly. You don't think you're in England anymore. You don't even think you're in the 21st century. This looks more like England, late 70s-early 80s.