Idiot B - Apres pub

The rain had ceased to fall and a watery autumnal sun was straining through hastily departing clouds as he crossed over the High Street on leaving the confined fug of his watering hole of current choice, Idiot B wondered what to do with the rest of the P.M which stretched out before him and onto a horizon of hopelessness
"Must try and lighten up….."mmmmmmm what about a trip into town? …no maybe not …" West End pretentiousness was not best suited to his current mood, "Watching yuppies on mobiles…?" .he often wondered what they had to talk about.
So he went instead to the local St Georges Park, entering by way of Buckhold Road, and as he did so he was a thrown a sneer by four school avoiding teenagers dressed in the current baggy clothes and baseball cap existence………………….

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