I'm trying to revise and theres a posh student type in the garden 2 doors down going on and on and on on his mobile, SHOUTING to whoever is on the other end of it about the biggest load of crap imaginable. He's done world hunger and poverty then segued neatly into cricket clubs and staying in Knightsbridge. He's got one of those strident self important voices which because he believes he is gods gift, means that he feels he can speak as loudly as he can because EVERYONE will be interested in what he has to say. He is in short a complete cunt and I'm a hairs breadth away from hurling a ton of abuse out of the window.
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