Isn’t it delicious waking up to the sound people coughing
The smell of an unflushed toilet
The waft of cigarette smoked indoor
The birds chirping
The wind of a broken filter wafting through your window
The sight of unused car wash
Blocks and blocks of COUNCIL FLATS on the outskirts of an area reminiscent to little Britain
Echo’s from last night’s coughing and incessant wailing of new born children
The sight of mother with slicked back hair pushing a pram
Tracksuits – – so many tracksuits
So many plebs
So many neds
What a wonderful place to live and what a joy to run shoulders with such people (sarcasm most definitely intended all the way)
Get me out of here
