EDITORIAL

Well, there’s fuck all in today’s free paper. Probably because most of the staff have left to go home for xmas. Which, is my point. My commute to work this morning was blissful. A seat on the bus. A seat on the over ground train. A seat on the underground train. You see all non-Londerners have fucked-off back to wherever it is they came from…and I like it this way. Come to think of it…if you’re not a) my friend b) my family c) making my sandwich d) frying my fish e) pulling my pint f) sweeping my roads…then you can stay fucked-off. Because if you’re an IT consultant from Newcastle I have no use for you. If you are a day trader from Stoke…fucking stay in Stoke. Why is it my city you invade with your crap accents and daft football support? The whole lot of you, if London is not good enough for you at xmas, if you run home to mummy and daddy to open your presents and eat your pudding stay there. Leave London to me. I’ll take care of it. I’ll look after everything. Trust me. I’m from Essex. I know what I’m talking about.