Traveling          read.

On my way to the back of the bus I had acquired a copy of the metro.  A free travel newspaper, it was always saville the bastard. As sick as the guy was or whatever, he's dead. He now no longer exists on the planet or in the universe. No one can get fixed by jim any longer. Journalists had begun to get lazy and so had editors. I had some good feeling that british media would play this one out for as long as possible. Everyones eyes are off the real issues. 

The next story that strangled by glare was 'trick or treaters given cocaine for their goodie bags' how fucking brilliant. Finally someones wising up. Dont give the bastards sugar, give them hard shit. Fuck maybe its what they need. They might just end up in school.

Britain = Ludicrous.