I have taught their children. I have worked alongside them. I have gone to the pictures (Cinema/Multiplex) for those under 30, and to football matches with them. I have stood there in a Museum as a warden as they have walked around gormless and lost. I myself am a member of the Great British pubic and am not happy about the fact. The Great British pubic hair has voted for Brexit and now expect us to feel sorry for them as they queue like lemmings for the port of Dover. I heard them whingeing on the radio. I was stuck in a Traffic Jam on the M4 once that was so bad that it took me 6 hours to get from London to Cardiff because an 'Utterly Butterly' Lorry had spilt its load on the road and we were diverted round through Reading and at one point it looked as if we were going via Scotland. I was in my car bubble on a hot summer's day and I looked at the other members of the Great British pubic with utter disdain. It wasn't their fault but I was angered by our herd mentality. It was a Saturday and we were all trying to geographically escape and we were being held hostage by an articulated truck. I haven't used this product since (Utterly Butterly not articulated trucks) The irony was that I was travelling to Cardiff on a whim. Rather than being stuck in my digs in London, I thought that I would go and sit in my front room in Cardiff even though all I could see was the terraced house across the street. It was the foolish notion of being somewhere else, of being on the move, giving you the idea that you were actually free. I wasn't free, I had to travel back to London on the Sunday to be ready for work on the Monday. My Green credentials have gone right out the window now. The crowd mentality is never more obvious than when people are travelling by car. What throws me is that it has only been a week since the attack in Nice. There's something as tasteless as the butter in going to a country that has suffered such a tragedy. The pubic voted Brexit and now they are all headed for France. Hurrah for the Hols. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and hoping for a different result.
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