And I’m getting too saggy to care.
Some girls, on the late X98, discovering hen party cheeriness. I stand and fire straight between their eyes.
Joining us are the Hindi/Urdu tribe who climb aboard at nPower(where once I worked oblivious of the world beyond Leeds).
I really can’t stand England anymore. It’s become ruined and empty. Even the Victorian gatehouse at Roundhay park is a mere façade as I piss into the brambles.
The new hybrid bus creaks and shakes. It’s been on the road a month and I can’t stand the reek of burning plastic from somewhere. How big are the batteries and how bad is all plastic for the environment. Not a logical improvement. Just another gimmick. And it’s paid for by the government subsidy, not private enterprise.
Wetherby has joined the ranks of the crap towns. With its brigade of costa’s, M&co., hundreds of opticians, thousands of hairdressers and millions of charity shops. Bomb the town and the turgid masses. Bang, Bang.