Stationus uncleanliness to the maximus decimus meridius! It's no wonder then that the King's Cross.
And so he should be...
Detritus litters his subterranean denizen. In addition, to spying what I believed to be a soiled nappy, the populous of this underground are a toxic mix of derros, bogans and the unseemly of all kinds.
Oh, and you are so posh Dan!
Don't get me wrong. I'm under no illusions. I know I am no oil painting, that my command of the English language leaves a lot to be desired, and my fashion sense is nonsense. However, the housos that wander around here are broad daylight 24/7zies off the charts. I felt like I was a British Aristocrat who'd taken the wrong door at High Tea and ended up in the zombie apocalypse room... actually I might prefer the zombies.
Shell shocked? Come and visit. You'll feel unsafe too and be wishing you'd packed the sawn-off AND the sanitiser. read more