I Saw A Dead Fox And I Wanted To Feed It Cheese.
Today was another day that happened.
I walked 5 miles in the morning. Then I went to Wood Green and had a dinner of 4 eggs, 2 sausages and 2 bits of bacon. Quite delicious.
After the meal I hopped on the bus to Trafalgar Square and had to alight at Finsbury Park as some fucking cunt was shouting down his phone and I suddenly understood the appeal of knife crime.
Sunday isn’t a great night to be walking alone in London. It’s dead. Talking about dead, I walked down the Isledon Road near the Emirates and spotted a dead fox. It’s mouth was wide open. Immense sadness overtook my heart along with the desire to drop one of my Mini Babybel into it’s face in an attempt to make the cheese seem toxic so that they’ll TAKE IT OFF THE FUCKING MARKET AS I CAN’T STOP EATING IT.
It’s hard to believe I’m still in London. I love it but it’s all so strange. I’m off to see clients tomorrow which should be interesting. I’ll be sure to do my best normal human impersonation. None of this manic chattering about how I wanted to force feed a dead fox a cheese wheel that according to it’s manufacturers is ‘Free from added colours, flavours and preservatives’.
I did some more running tonight along the Holloway Road. Just aggressive sprinting for no reason. I ended up going to Angel which means I walked about 8 miles in total today.