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Ann puts the Widdies up the hoodies

Ann puts the Widdies up the hoodies

Ann Widdecombe on the streets

It's hard to decide which is more frightening - a gang of skulking hoodies in a dark alley -­ or Ann Widdecombe on the warpath.

The veteran Tory MP confronts drugtaking youths and leaves them cowed in a new documentary for ITV.

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In Ann Widdecombe v The Hoodies the eccentric politician spends a week living with families in two of the capital's most crime-ridden estates - the Andover in Islington and Brixton - Myatts Fields - and she demands answers from the gangs who strike fear into residents.

In one scene, Miss Widdecombe squares up to two young men loitering in a doorway, demanding: "Why do you wear your hood?" and browbeating one into admitting: "I wear it to feel safe. I want to scare people who scare me. Not old ladies."

She also confronts a gang smoking in a stairwell, saying: "That smells like pot. It's not good for your lungs, nor your brain."

Of the Andover Estate itself, she says: "This is a dump. The whole ambience is very nasty, very threatening."

Miss Widdecombe also turns her fire on officialdom. After a surveillance operation with anti-social behaviour officers, she rails: "When they meet kids smoking cannabis they tell them to go and smoke somewhere else. That's their approach to anti-social behaviour."

• Ann Widdecombe v The Hoodies is on 15 January at 8pm on ITV1.

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