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Fucking hippies, I can’t seem to escape them at the moment, I was getting the tube during rush hour at Liverpool St and I found myself in the middle of a Facebook organised ‘love-in’. The bloody Peace-niks were ¬†at the top of the escalators on Broadgate St. Within sight of a bloody Police Station as well. I would of thought it was a perfect opportunity for the boys in blue to get their arrest quotas sorted for the month, but there where no cops to be seen anywhere. Then I realised it was cold and it all made perfect sense as I tried to push my way into the train station. Mind you must be nice to be rich enough to spend your evening harassing ordinary folk and showing off just how fucking happy you are with all those piles of cash, as John said ‘The only good one is dead one’, of course I mean the hippies not the cops !

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