Hatless
There’s nothing quite like a typical British summer, is there? Clutching a blanket full of picnic as you sprint from sunny beach to the drizzle-soaked misery of a long-deserted amusement arcade’s decrepit entrance porch.
Even if you manage to get a decent bit of sunshine you can’t enjoy yourself because everything’s shut, overpriced, or full of people queuing for an “I ♥ Britain” pencil sharpener. And, to top it all, the tea shops have been replaced with coffee bars. Muffin? I want a slice of battenburg, pronto!
I don’t know what this country is coming to, I really don’t … and that’s why I hummed this little ditty for you (and had my good friend Matt take a picture). Perhaps, like me, you think everything is rubbish nowadays and that the best solution is to have a good whinge. So, why not like and share with your friends, leave a comment or two, and maybe “they” will sort everything out for us. You know they’re listening in through the tubes, don’t you?
If you wander down the page to where those scruffy kids are hanging out you should eventually come across my humble plea for change in a variety of bit rates. It’s probably best enjoyed whilst writing a strongly-worded letter to the newspaper of your choice demanding they immediately do something or tell someone.
Still, mustn’t grumble, though, eh?