... I swear I will go fucking "Postal".
I can tolerate being jostled and hemmed in by London's Commuters as they know where they are going and have long since gained the spatial awareness skills needed to dodge and weave their way to their places of work.
The Tourist, on the other hand, is a completely different beast and one that, in my humble opinion, should be taken away and shot. These bloody people seem to loose any sense the moment they start their holiday and will stop for no apparent reason right in front of you. You would pull over to the side of the road to consult a map but these twats will do it in the middle of a pavement crammed with rush hour commuters ... And don't get me started on their idiot children!
I swear I hadn't even got off the platform at Paddington this morning before a Festival goer attempted to lie on the platform and pose for a photo!
Kill them all ... Now.
That pretty much sums up my only emotional response today. The rest of the day was as soulless as a meeting agenda ...
07.30 - 10.50 Commuting
10.50 - 13.00 building a castle on sand
13.00 - 13.30 lunch
13.30 - 19.30 decorating the aforementioned castle
19.30 - 20.00 making my way to Trafalgar Square
20.00 - 24.00 general amazement at why people rate Hilton Hotels
Basically we still do not have the RFP and are trying to do some preliminary brain storming.
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Hi,
I have no idea who reads this stuff, so it would be lovely to hear from you, especially if you like this stuff..
All the best
Badman