I went shopping in Kingston today again. I lost Molly's lead and wanted a new one and I needed some stamps. I walked for ages without finding a pet store. Then happened on Wilkinson's I went in and asked at the customer service desk if I might be able to buy a lead for Molly nodding at the dog. Yes she said and pointed the way. So off I went, found the pet department and selected a lead. Heading for the checkout I passed the sandwich shelf and picked one up. While I was in the queue some spotty geek with a crap hairdo said "Next time sir please don't bring the dog into the store". It used to be a shop now its a store! "Why", I asked. "Because of the food", he said. "Well you shouldn't have put the food near the checkout then it wouldn't be a problem". "it's a company rule" says he. "Well that's alright then its not like is a law. I don't live here so I wont be back." Exit left past the spotty geek with the crap hairdo.
It took me a while to find the Post Office, it was at the back of a Costcutter shop. I stepped through the door and turned to a young pak who obviously worked there, "Where is the post office". He said, "You cant bring the dog in here". "I only want some stamps" "They wont serve you we sell food". "So." "I will have to ask you to leave", he said. He could have held the dog while I went in, he could have got the stamps for me but no, smug little bastard. I was incensed. "This is my fucking country you little shit!" I left.
I used to see older people in the street muttering to themselves, cursing and swearing. I thought they had lost their marbles. Now that I am one of them I know what its all about. Winston Churchill said after the war, "We will rebuild, we will build a land fit for heroes". What happened was the land is fit for benefit scroungers and foreigners and we Brits can piss off no one gives a shit.