This morning at the bus-stop

Music you want to listen to while reading this:
azorlight: Up All Night: Up All Night, In the City

I cant believe it, am I passing this morning "the junction" and see a blond girl standing there, hey what fantastic on an early winter morning, nice legs, high heels, short skirt, ahh yes, but hang on, yellow plastic bag? Black bold font? "selfridges" hang on, this is fucking Dalston, Hackney, with its tourist sights being crack-dens and murdermile.


This is not Kensington, nor Maryelebone and definitvely notnot even Notting Hill. This cant be! Where is the world going, if self-respecting Dalston girls cavs Dalston Girls have to carry Selfridges bags, maybe have to go shopping there? I tend to believe that she couldn’t afford another bag, found this in the trashcan somewhere and…
Looking back, and nearly hitting a lorry on my mat-black Aluminium Specialized Track Cycle – no gears, breaks though - , I understand what most likely has happened, and that is even worse: this Burberry clad girl and her man moved to Dalston, because they heard it is up and coming, cool even, artists and underground, but hey, safe and developed now, getting the underground – EastLondonLine extension - and the Olympics are coming close, haha to Stratford (no comment).
Please god, please don’t have those people move here.
Have you realized how house prices have risen? exploded? obscene!
Hang on…
Sorry, am back now. Had to throw up and then sell my flat for an obscene amount of money - hehe
and move to greece, have party all night long at the beach. hey Georgina, what was the name of this club at the sea?


but I honestly cant believe I have to live with the up-and coming, when those arrive with their three-whiled buggies – I actually cant believe it, while I am sitting outside in a café writing this, daddy is passing by with such one pushing his spoiled brat along, and me being paralyzed with fear and astonishment, have to witness another one, and another one, three in four minutes. I should have know, this is Church Street, what am I doing here?
So all you hypocrites who want it creative and edgy, and underground, but not too much, the arousal but not the pain, the coolness but not the dirt, Dalston is waiting…
Now get me right, I don’t sympathize – rather despise –those would-be left-winged, anarchist, Hypocrites who want to "free" Broadway Market of capitalist influences (say oppression) – I do kind of with their ideas, but realize that reality sometimes is different and that I am not prepared to do what might be right in the light of the pains of achieving it – and I surely don’t pretend to be so socialist and then run around in the latest left-wing designer fashion, but Yuppies? God forgive…
Why don’t you stay in the suburbian safety of your parent’s houses and dig your graves in SecondLive?