Tuesday, 22 April 2008

Some bastard stole my coffee

I was at Wimbledon station this morning with some time to spare till the next train so I bought a coffee. I was standing there reading the paper with the coffee resting up on a snack machine. I looked over my left shoulder and saw some school girl smirking, I looked back over my right shoulder and the bloody coffee was gone!!! Some dirty piece of shit has stolen my coffee!! I looked around everywhere and I could not see either a cleaner (thinking perhaps they had cleaned it up) or someone with it in their hand. I asked a woman who was standing beside me if she saw someone take my coffee but she didn’t speak English.

So just as I was reading about some English ‘man’ who was a woman but felt she was a gay man inside a woman’s body (and hence had her boobs removed and is getting a penis made from her arm skin), some arsehole steals my coffee.

No – I didn’t just make this up!!

I love England and especially the people...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

tsk tsk adam !

what you should have written is that you discovered the coffee was stolen by a starving little orphan who only had half a cup of coffee to feed to her brothers and sisters; and that you have seen the light, founded your own church to help the poor, and that you are soliciting donations ...