It’s raining today, there’re fucking umbrellas everywhere. Umbrellas are up there with Hyundais on my hatred scale. That’s pretty high up.
Inadvertists or just plain old bastards stalk the streets with umbrellas that I’m sure should be shading a table in a beer garden somewhere.
Fucking dozy bastards, it’s hardly raining, you’re blocking the footpath and you walk too slow.
No pedestrian licence for you.
My girlfriend also hates umbrellas. This is a trait I find particularly endearing.
