Yesterday I had to endure 4 hours of shopping in a shitty shopping precinct. Whilst my partner looked around endless outlets I spent my time sitting outside on various benches surrounded by chewing gum blobs and dried phlegm. I spent this time wisely, counting people with tattoos, body piercings, shit blingy jewellery, and foul mouths, as they meandered by in their knuckle dragging fashion. I am now absolutely sure that the majority of people in the U.K are low life cunts. I want to emigrate, and Beirut looks tempting.