Other than that, it was a bit of an unremarkable day. I saw these awful things in a shop window:
and wondered who buys this shite.
Also on view in town today were these very well-fed, middle-class students, playing at politics and not quite getting it:
"Don't agonise: Organise"... they seem to have missed the whole point of anarchy. But look! One of them is wearing a ripped sweatshirt.
We all know that estate agents and property developers are the lowest of scum with their stupid spiky hair, black shirts and ties, cheap suits, (blonde highlights, D&G sunglasses, fake tan, white nails for females) and their low-end Porches on credit.
We all despise the way that they are collectively responsible for the recent collapse of the developed western economy.
Most of all, we hate them for their pretentious, overblown lies...
Think about that for a moment. This is the most pompous, bloated piece of pretentious puff I have ever heard.
They are selling poky one and two bedroom flats in a converted warehouse for fuck's sake.
Though now that I've written it three times, it sounds more like a shop which sells fake leather sofas. Of the sort which will probably end up in their shit little flats.