Oh dear God. The temperature is, again, rocketing in London and Nitrogen Dioxide is at dangerous levels. It’s London in the summer. We’re perpetually cursed with the location of the city (being surrounded on all sides by hills and sea) effectively trapping all the heat and nasties in with us. And what with the expected temperature increase over the next few years we’ll be up to our armpits in the mire. Of course, it’s at this time of year that people get less pleasant. I have to say I do have to bite back the urge to cudgel people to death on the street as they stop dead in the middle of their street, their children in tow and their Special Brew in hand as some pointless piece of glitter attracts their dull, vacuous eyes as, again, they are enticed into buying some unneccesary piece of excrement on the basis that it will make their pointless existence more endurable.
While I wait behind them for some synapses to spark into life to move them out of the way. This can take some time.
It does get me when you see people entranced by things in shop windows. Poverty is truly not being unable to get food; it’s now that you can’t get a DVD player.
Gosh! I don’t know where that came from!
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