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Back When I Had a Gun Pulled To My Face at Kingsbury McDonald’s
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Over the course of eight years, I worked at various McDonald’s restaurants in and around London.
From the Neasden branch located five minutes away from the world renowned Wembley stadium to the Ealing Broadway store, which occupied three floors at the Arcadia shopping center to the Kingsbury store, which was closest to home and the Brent park branch across the road from the Ikea flagship store on the A406, my life revolved around serving burgers.
London is a very interesting city with extreme wealth and extreme poverty living side by side. Anyone who knows anything about the capital city of the United Kingdom will understand the point being made.
And inner London?
Even more so.
Even though we didn’t know it at the time, places like Neasden and Wembley were in the embryonic stages of gentrification with the kinds of properties which seemed quite incongruous in the midst of so much social deprivation and poverty.
As a young teenager, I did lots of late shifts not least because it paid slightly better than day shifts, but also because you got on with it and had minimal supervision from the managers.