Things I don’t need

Huge men in grisly bear body suits jumping out at me, trying to give me leaflets, as I walk (fast) down a buzzing City street, trying to shake the hangover out of my ears.

Also, people with fat asses who saunter dreamily on pavements, underground platforms and the left side of the escalator. It Just Won’t Do.

Grrr.. a grumpy friday morning.