What I saw this evening has so annoyed me that I’m taking time out of my normal Friday evening beer-drinking experiments to write this …
I was standing outside the main entrance to Moorfields, under the escalator finishing a smoke before I went in to catch my train (at about 5:10 this evening), when the door to the office or whatever it is opened – the one with the dirty great “No Smoking” sign on it.
Anyway, the door opened, and a flurry of rubbish shot out of the door, hotly puersued by a broom-head! A chap wearing a Merseyrail coat then stepped out, and I thought “aha, he’s going to pick it up in a dustpan and put it in the bin”. Did he hell as like.
