Well. Good day to one and all. Its a beautiful day here in Londinium. Suns shining, birdies twittering in the sycamore trees outside. The well to do residents of the sleepy hamlet of Poplar are busy walking their pedigree pooches through green and leafy lanes of this fair village, grey squirrels are busily gathering nuts for the winter. The breeze carries wonderful aromas of traditional Sunday roasts. ( pork, beef, lamb, chicken, Yorkshire puds roast potatoes, lashings of gravy, and all the usual trimmings, all washed down with a hearty English ale.)then its off for a leisurely stroll round the lake in Vicky park hearing the little children laughing and skipping merrily and as happy as can be. What more could anyone ask for in the Idyllic surroundings that are this Sceptred Isle this green and pleasant land. Well, thats enough bullshit,its going to piss down any minute, any birds have long since bolted for better lodgings and the trees are fkn scary. The well off residents own the shops and certainly dont have pooches of any pedigree. The green and leafy lanes are where the junkies allow their feral mongrels to piss and shit where children play. As for the squirrels they really are rats in disguise, and the only nuts being gathered walk on two legs in Chrisp st market and can be seen all year round. You can scrub the aromas of the traditional Sunday dinner and substitute with the stink of fried garlic and the other equally obnoxious smells. Our children are growing up on fast fattening rubbish advertised by unscrupulous manufacturers as healthy options . The hearty ale is now some chemical concoction that has to be diluted from concentrate. You couldnt risk the stroll through the park for fear of becoming victim to some horrific sickness brought in by some illegal immigrant, even the ducks have fkd off.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 15:21:01 +0000
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