I went in to a pub in Beckenham after work, not my local as that has a big screen and would be full of ingur-land cunts. Settled in to a booth, and had a couple of pints. Then drops down the big screen, they must have fitted one in here when it had its refit, cue the flood of morons. A whole group of lads and girls meeting up, all in their different England tops. I just don't get the England thing, i don't mind watching the match but why people get so into it all is a bit lost on me.
I enjoyed my couple of pints, despite the fella a couple of seats away going on a sneezing marathon, which wouldn't be so bad but shouting across to the bar staff after each one what number he was up to, when they clearly didn't give a fuck, was a little annoying.
Didn't go to bed too late and slept with the windows open as it was rather warm. The roads were peaceful and I could hear the church bells ringing from around the corner. Who is dedicated enough to be in this little old church ringing the bells at 11 at night? Bet it's a little creepy in there an arl like. Quite lovely just lying in bed listening to the trees rustling and the bells ringing in the distance, who would have ever thought this was London? Up fairly early and set off for my stroll into work, it's a lovely morning, the sunlight beaming through the leaves but with that slightly crisp wintery edge present in the air. The trees leaves are on the turn, there's a hint of orange to them so in a couple of weeks it'll be ankle deep along the road. The Eurostar thunders underneath the train bridge in Beckenham, I thought I'd stop and look out from the bridge and watch carriage after carriage flit by beneath me, the sun was reflecting brightly off the top of the carriages. It seems to endlessly stretch in the distance until I hear the unmistakable sound of the rear engine coming under the bridge as the booming slightly high-pitched sound rings out as it leaves the underneath of the bridge. I watch it off into the distance, curious about where everyone will be going at the other end. The bus was fairly prompt so I got one of the side on seats near the front once the schoolkids had got off, one was telling his mate how some lad had phlegmed on a train seat. The bus got packed as it wandered down the road. There was a man in the standing section next to me trying to do suduko which meant he wasn't holding a rail. The bus stops abrubtly and he tries to grab the rail on the side of my seat but misjudges it and almost ends up accidentally grabbing my groin, which would have been a bit embarrassing for both us, thankfully it was avoided though.
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