all over the northern hemisphere.
I dream of a time when all i have to worry about is...three extraneous words, when the real issues go unaddressed, like old people who wont replace the rubber tips on their walking sticks, tap tap f'kin tap, attention-seeking meldrews. Having to halt a conversation whilst a geriatric hell's angel in a german 'elmet pops and bangs down the road, grey pony tail flapping , rear-view mirrors set sideways to see who's watching....
Dog-shit bags hung on bushes, ffs, northern rail missing stops ''to get back on schedule'' bastards, winkle-pickers that look like Turkish carpet-slippers worn with drain-pipe strides,
and women wearing iron-mongerie on their physogs, nob-heads who dimp a cig then dont put it in the BIN, probably the same ones who walk up stairs on the wrong side and expect ME to give way, gtfooh, sometimes I could crush a grape...