Meandering through the metropolis in misanthropic mode, I tut and snarl at the ill-mannered wretches who cut me up without a second thought. Stuck behind a small group of strutting schoolboys spitting homophobic insults at each other, my disdain shifts to mirth when their exaggerated machismo comes to rest outside a notable gay pub. They sit at the tables and benches outside the pub to wolf down McDonalds ‘food’, entirely unaware of the incongruity.
Friday, 25 April 2008
Batty Boys
Meandering through the metropolis in misanthropic mode, I tut and snarl at the ill-mannered wretches who cut me up without a second thought. Stuck behind a small group of strutting schoolboys spitting homophobic insults at each other, my disdain shifts to mirth when their exaggerated machismo comes to rest outside a notable gay pub. They sit at the tables and benches outside the pub to wolf down McDonalds ‘food’, entirely unaware of the incongruity.
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2 comments:
Well such irony, for them, explains why ignorance is bliss.
Little buggers.
And yes, "food" indeed.
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