I was waiting for the train yesterday. On the other side of the tracks sat a group of drunks. They were sitting on the grass, looking like your average punk (one had a mohican) and they were pissed out of their heads. And I was standing there on the platform feeling like part of the establishment more than I've ever felt part of the establishment before. I found myself wondering how they make their living. What they do when they're not drinking. If they're really alcoholics or they'd just chosen an unconventional time to drink.
Actually, I wouldn't mind sitting down, nothing to do, having a bottle of red wine. It's just that I've not got enough time to drink right now. Only tea. Still no pyramid teabags.
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