|sent from: London, UK. destination: London, UK|
Where do all you people come from?
You’re in the pubs
in front of the bike. Oh, the streets.
Somehow London has awestruck you into deafness and blindness, paralysed like deer.
The Queen may not be able to cure you of your terrible maladies, she’s not a miracle worker. But she’s happy you’re here to celebrate the Jubes with her. We are getting out of town, pronto.