Late 80s living in a squat on the 14th floor in Hackney Wick in one of these
Whole estate was a police no go area, the local pub was the Queen Vic, all the windows were sealed up to stop people throwing themselves off, we had one chair each in the lounge and a mattress on the floor in the bedrooms and that was it furniture wise and I used live out of my suitcase.
But it was free rent and close to London and I worked in public relations for London Underground so had a free all zone pass for travel and it took me another 20 years before I ever had as much disposal income again after I moved back up North.
Second worst place I lived was Lenton Boulevard in Nottingham in the late 80s/early 90s. I think that year that area was the murder capital of the UK.
My next door neighbour was the guy who cut up his girlfriend and buried her under the floorboards if anybody remembers that? His gf was from Oxford. The night before he did it I had been out to a local pub gig and drinking with him. Seemed a nice chap.
The local video shop was the local fence/drug dealer/snuff movie/pedo porn - you name it they were into it. Anything you wanted he could get in a couple of days for you.
End of the street was the red light district and full of prostitutes and punters every night. Also along the street was the local rasta community and they were the local dealers for weed for the entire county i think looking at the amount of people who would go there to do drug deals. Random shooting and stabbings went on all the time.
One night local man was murdered in the local chippy cause he told two kids off for trying to jump the queue. They waited for him outside and battered his head in with a gate post they had pulled up from next doors drive.