Underground

There is another side to London that remains unknown to the tourists that emerges only at night that comes alive in aging terraced houses and sprawling estates It is a world of pills of dubious origin swallowed hurriedly and hopefully of music with a thumping beat that youll still hear when you wake up the morning after of Rizla papers bought from an allnight garage of bottles of mineral water shared as love tokens of greasy kebabs eaten when the tastebuds have long since numbed of sunrises viewed through stinging eyes It is close to heaven but it is very close to hell For Rat a fifteen yearold drug dealer it is the only world he knows Over one night Rats world turns upside down as he finds himself on the run from older far more serious criminals We follow Rat as he looks for shelter with those he thinks he can trust As each door closes on him the likelihood of ever seeing the light of day again grows smaller