15th December

Thank goodness my wi-fi connection has returned. It turns out if I'm deprived of unrestricted internet access for three days, I do not respond well. As a consequence, I've burned a giant hole in my data plan. Basically, I'm a dick. Anyway, you haven't missed much. Other than me going to Kingston twice in the past four days. On both occasions I passed "David Cameron Hair" in Cheam and wondered whether the business has suffered for its unfortunate and presumably unintentional association. Or whether it' has become the hairdresser of choice among those on the political right.

The second journey back was regrettably dominated by the section of young people who clearly think it's acceptable to "large it" on a Monday night. I and the other passengers were subjected to what I describe as "The Arsehole Medley" where drunken scumbags shout the lyrics to random popular songs from the last ten to fifteen years like an appalling jukebox*. Frankly, anyone who sings "Angels" by Robbie Williams who isn't a professional performer or cruise ship entertainer should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves.

The one that was sung for the longest and the loudest was "Valerie" by The Zutons. I'm sure The Zutons are good guys who occasionally wonder about the unintended consequences of their actions. It's a solid track, repurposed as something wretched. Kind of like the swastika.

* Virtually every time this has happened to me, it has involved "Mr Brightside"  by The Killers. It was strangely missing from yesterday's setlist.


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