Tracksuits and Nike a pub filled with the lost **** wet skies and punctual misery fill every seat of the bus that was late.
Cigarette butts and blood stains line the outskirts of every sordid town hidden in plain sight of feigned ignorance.
The old are begotten with fears of their death and how they took part in preserving a culture of barbaric vices and pleasures.
Ambition shot down and petty dreams spat on by Oxford and Cambridge who wallow in their pride of a reputation held in the 1800's and duly lost in the face of the East.