Welcome to Murder Mile.

Today I'm standing at Centrepoint, not the famous 34-storey tower block on the corner of New Oxford

Street and Charing Cross Road, but the lesser known headquarters at 54 Dean Street in Soho.

Opened in 1969 and still running today, Centrepoint is a local charity providing support

for the city's homeless.

Perched at the back of St Anne's Church,

The garden provides a fascinating window into the world we live in today.

As a monk society's most desperate, the addicts, the alcoholics, the lost, the lonely, the maligned and the mentally unwell,

you'll also see many dreadlocked trustafarians trying to blend in.

Having ubered in from the mean streets of Hoxton to see the real London.

These well-meaning nincompoops often sit sad-faced,

sympathising with the ragged wretches' tale of hunger,

having just wulfed down an avocado and crayfish for catcher,

while still wearing a stylishly ripped and soiled pair of jeans, the cost of which would clothe a homeless person for a year, and being entirely ignorant of the fact, having been guilt-tripped

into setting up a direct debit via a sales call or a chugger, that only a small percentage,

if any, of the money they donate is given to the charity.

As being a non-profit organisation,

most of the profits go to a third-party funding company

to pay for swanky new offices, a Christmas party, and the director's bonus.

So if you really want to help a charity,

choose wisely and contact them direct.

On Tuesday, the 11th of July,

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