Tall Girl and Short Girl sit down on either side of me on the overground train through Hackney.
Tall Girl (fiddling with Blackberry): Stu’s sent me a message. So has Clare. Should I tell ’em?
Short Girl: Yeah, tell ’em.
Tall Girl: What was i’ again?
Short Girl: Twelve mumfs suspen’ed sen’ence and sixty hours communi’y service.
Tall Girl (texting quickly): Ha! ‘e says ‘e was ‘olding ‘is bref.
Short Girl: I gotta charge my phone. Tell ‘im I’ll bb* ‘im later.
Tall Girl: Clare says … “so, she didn’t go to prison”.
Short Girl: Nah, I didn’t go to prison.
(*bb is short for bbm – blackberry messenger, the communication-mode-of-choice for London rioters)