I love London.
I am sitting on a bench eating my chicken and salad sandwich overlooking Hammersmith Bridge, with my friend Kingston. He is from New Zealand. An old Jamaican dude sitting next to us tells us all he knows about promiscuity of information – the worst of which is committed by doctors and nurses. I tell him I have not heard of the concept. He asked if he can have a bite of Kingston’s pear.
I hate London.
An angry driver beeps at a pedestrian who was going far too slowly over a zebra crossing. She is going slowly as is with a frail old lady. The frail old lady is in a wheelchair. He beeped. At someone on a zebra crossing. Who was pushing a wheelchair. Arsehole.
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