For the first tim ein years, I went into croydon today. I needed a few bits and am bored of Bromley and couldn't be arsed to go into town proper. Got the tram through, I love the tram, it's a greatway to travel. one minute you are bombing down a train line, then you're weaving through streets. There was a mad woman on the tram. Not that old but just moving between the the doors on either side constantly, quite manically. I just watched her from a distance, it was like watching a broken robot from a sci-fi film, made me feel quite sad. How a few loose wires and a human is suddenly revealed for what we are, suddenly the ideas of souls and afterlife seem so far away when you see what a broken brain does to a person. Croydon hasn't changed too much since I was last there, apart from an increase in the number of cheap/pound shops. Fairly depressing experience all told. Got my few bits and made for home, popped into the newsagents on the way. Some typical croydon lad stood in the doorway. woman on the way out accidentally hit his leg with a bag and apologised, moments later as shes walking off he says 'you're not sorry or you wouldn't have done it'. Now what kind of fucking logic is that eh? Just another average bonehead who'll be off to kick the living shit out of some unfortunate for some minor infraction upon him after a skinful in some cunthole in croydon. People like that are just sickening.
Came back and popped to the park for a read and watched some women play golf very badly indeed.
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