...hanging around at that shopping, er, mallish centre thing in Rongotai on Boxing Day. Yes, with something approaching despair I behold the great unwashed milling around uselessly, their shitty kids getting in everyone's way, their blubbery arms sporting crap tattoos. Bickering with their elderly tracksuit-panted parents. The fetid stench of a fund-raising barbecue. Hooning bros in tacky sports cars circling continuously, on the prowl for a park, subwoofers thudding sullenly.
I ask myself: how much longer can I bear to live in this slackjawed idiocratic HELLHOLE?!
New Zealand, I mean.
Posted by stuart at December 27, 2007 10:18 PM