Iraqi men tattoo IDs on their bodies

A couple of years ago, I was standing on my balcony in Dalston having a beer. I overlook alot of the terrible, terrible clubs and bars we have 'round here. You know, a car stalls at the lights and someone with a truckload of no-name french lager pulls up, puts on a compilation album and calls it a bar, probably called "Car Superstore, or some crap." Then a bus of rejected applicants from Central Saint Martins rocks up and barfs on it, while pretending to be gay so they can get in.
Anyhoo, on this particular night, it's early and I see three people - a blonde girl and two guys, badly dressed in winterwear, although it's June, and they look out of place. Kind of posh for round here. Like shoplifters at Westfield. And they look guilty, like they are up to something. Next thing I know, one of them runs up to my front door (they can't see me) and puts something on it. A couple hours later, I am out of beer, so I go downstairs and have a look, and it is a sticker for a band called NDubz.
They still owe me 20 quid for the sticker removal stuff I had to buy. And they're raised in St. John's Wood, coming 'round here graffing up my ghetto..

Political alliegence is somewhat like the same alliegences we have Boat Race day. Either or, for life. 98% of us never actually being either, as a student ,but the alliegence is for life.
Well this Easter we saw a boat race so similar to the political realities of life in Britain. A crazy in the water Galloway perhaps . and high priced equipment not fit for purpose Banks perhaps . And the better team losing. Postal vote fraud perhaps I'm an Oxford man . After all my Father was.
The problem being next year the same alliegences will be unchanged. Thats our big problem in the real arena as well. So I believe Hitchens ideas of waiting for a vacancy is wrong. The vacancy must be helped along or else these fools will continue to vote OUT rather than IN. the one the press deem unsuitable ,next time around.

It is interesting that if you point out to people in modern Britain that they are breaking a law, they will usually ask if you are a policeman, as if they were serfs in a country where the law belonged to the state, and not to the people, and you needed a man in uniform to make you obey it, rather than your own conscience. (Don’t they realise how lucky they are to live in a country where the people make, observe and enforce their own laws? Obviously not). Or they begin a lengthy, if ill-informed, study of your personality and its failings. The fact that they are in the wrong is instantly forgotten. Indeed, it doesn’t count. Laws only matter if you’re caught by the cops.