The closest that I came to trouble in that estate was a fella/trackie came out one night at about 5am. I had the cab turned and pointing out of the estate as is the norm, the deal had been done on the phone fer a slab at 2Euro per can + 10Euro delivery = 58Euro.
Mr Hero starts shouting; "58 Fookin Euro fer a Slab ! Are you Fookin Jokin ?"
I'm about to hit the accelarator when the original customer comes running out, grabs Mr Hero shouting at him;"Shut up ya fool, it's 5 in de morning, get back in de house ya Fookin fool". He walks up to me; "Sorry bout dat, here's 60, Sorry Bey".
Another night I had a Vod delivery to the same estate but to a different customer, out comes yer man 7am in the morning with what I thought was Biro marks all over his face and most likely done by an infant while he was asleep. I was wrong, they were actual tattoo's all over his face, he paid fer his bottle and said to me; "Ya really shouldn't be delivering in here, this is Fookin 'Apache-land' in er !".