The walkng text zombies from hell do my nut.
Working in London is mental now. It's like a scene from a zombie holocaust with thousands of brain dead twats slowly bumbling around and bumping into everyone whilst trying to look at their iphones, kindles. Just get outta the ****in way. Especially when you're trying to get in/out of tube stations in hurry. Surely they can put the things down for 2 minutes. Otherwise I'm going to borrow BRS 's battleaxe.
In my clean out today I found an old Scythe, around 4 foot and still sharp. I may carry it around on my next dump excursion.