I’ve got basically nothing in interesting (or internet worthy, though is any of this?) going on at the moment, so I thought I’d share another story of the suburb I work. Walking down the road whilst getting some food at lunch and smelt the relatively unfamilar smell of ganja wafting down the road in front of me. 11am on a Monday morning, two guys in suits were walking down the street in an apparently upmarket suburb smoking a joint. Enough said?? WTF?

And then on Thursday morning, I was walking the other way to get coffee, and a guy in his suit talking to someone on his phone lent down toward the wall, and threw up all over the ground.. twice. The whole time he was still casually talking on his phone, afterwards, stood up composed himself and walked off. That was gross, his spew was green, I think he was an alien.

Tags: London, mayfair

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