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I hate being English
I hate being stuck inside all day, living from wank to wank
I hate seeing young happy, innocent people ambling through their ineffectual, indifferent lives
I hate living near London, where people live in a paradoxical self hating state of being resignedly ambitious and hard working
I hate smug British comedy and love it at the same time, and then hate it, and then hate all the spectacle wearing black haired effeminate failed political journalists who would much rather be writing think pieces on irreverent nonsense with flowery words, and the overwhelming sense they've basically just farted on a page and scrambled all the fecal stains together until it resembles words, creating art that neatly ties vague political snark and something they love the smell of
I hate bloated, outdated, unfunny panel shows
I despise Russel Howard, but then again, I think everyone does now
I hate America and yet practically live in it through my consumption of mass marketing and cultural osmosis
I hate British TV presenters extolling the virtues of wandering around British beaches and cliff-sides and exploring our natural sodden, grey, dim, boring rolling crags and sad little hills. Instead, I'd love to see someone big and violent-looking grabbing those tv Presenters by their heads and slamming them, skidding their chins in the slimy, mud soaked rills until they're more like worms, emerging form the under-earth after a wet stormy night
I hate successful, well adjusted school children, reminding me of my own "leaning-over-the-precipice-of-dread" style day to day, heart deflating anxiety that summed up every single day I spent being eleven-eighteen years old
Has anyone ever been to London? I went once when I was around nine, and I haven't been since despite living only around an hour and a half a way from it's most central cloister of multicultural, grey paved, thin housed despair.
