Walked past St Pauls today. The proud monument and Christopher Wren masterpiece that stood defiant after the blitz in WW2. A symbol of being English and being a Londoner. It was surrounded by pikies in tents and resembled Dale Farm at it's best. Threw a few insults at a couple of dreadlocked students who looked shell shocked by my grasp of the English language. Had a go at a copper and asked him WTF we were allowing these scum bags to ruin one of our proudest monuments, he told me to move along. Threw another few insults at a couple of bearded asian types wearing dresses. Reminded them they couldn't go and protest in their own country without getting stoned.
Yep, a bit arrogant I was having had a few too many pints of guiness in Fleet Street. Actually, I agree with the sentiment. The banks and the monied gentry and killing us all. Something must be done, but only from within. Sitting in your own shit in a tent outside St Pauls Cathedral makes you a laughing stock, nit a symbol of freedom and justice for all. One bloke had a sign outside a tent saying ' everything should be shared'. !!! WTF is he going to share out if he hasn't done a days work? I give him half my house and he gives me half his tent? I asked another copper if it was now allowed to pitch a tent on Ludgate Hill? This snotty nosed brat ignored me completely.
Moral of the story, stop at 4 pints...............................always stop at 4 points.
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