Thursday, November 25, 2004

 

Covent Garden

C insisted on going to Covent Garden, I did not want to go. C insisted on going - she won. It's a massive tourist trap. It exists solely for the tourist. The shops are only rehashes of the shops found in a shopping mall. I noticed one shop called Sheactive - she swims, she walks etc; it was flogging goods for women, but said goods could be easily found in Millets, the customer were not so much buying the goods but buying into the product - the shopping bag. Then we have the licenced buskers who turn the classics into muzack - a string quartet player crap such as Bocherini, yes we are sophisticated!. Then there are the gold and silver statues, who do nothing apart from stand on a box and just be. One of these bods started to use a swizzle (the thing that is used to make Punch's voice in Punch and Judy) . I noticed that somebody was flogging these things to the public. The result was that every single one of these montrosities was swizzling away with gay abandon. Each silver and gold statue was attempting to outswizzle the other - it was quite pathetic. This scene was made all the more pathetic when one of these gold painted bods became quite disconcerted when someone rung the bell on his bicycle. A rather pathetic irony crossed my mind - gold and silver attracting brown coins.

Then we have the rickshaw drivers - what a bunch of merchants they are - I noticed that they caused much blockage for our bus and the others behind while these idiots were waiting for fares outside Hamleys. Bastards!

Now we come to something quite laughable, as I was returning home, the traffic was murder around London Bridge, it was complete crap. It's all the road works due to the carte blanche property development in the area. The entire city is being vandalised. Property developers priming the city for rickshaw drivers and idiots painted in gold and silver pretending to be artistic.

The whole shebang will be physically serviced by Albanian illegal immigrants who will work for a pittance to send a few brown coins home to feed and provide television for an entire village.

Speaking of Albanians, they woke me up at almost three this morning. It is as if they converse as if they are in singing in an opera - they're bloody noisy.

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