The city that doesn't work properly
Ah, good old Cunt London. A bit of snow hits the ground and the fucking place grinds to a slow crawl.
And this place is going to run the Olympics?
How in the name of all that is good and holy can a city run an Olympics when it can't even deal with a bit of snow.
We're not talking Siberian snowdrifts, Canadian snow or New York in the winter, we're talking about a bit of snow. And the moment that snow hits the ground there's fucking chaos.
Many of the tube lines stop working, buses get packed because people who should be on tubes clamber onto the buses, and those who don't take the tube get back in their cars and thus the roads of cunt London become gridlocked.
In short, everything turns to shit!
The Olympics really are going to be an abomination. Hundreds of thousands of visitors are going to be severely disappointed. Trains that don't get them to the stadiums on time. Roads that are gridlocked into standstill. Stadiums that are three-quarters built and crumbling away already.
It's going to be large
And this place is going to run the Olympics?
How in the name of all that is good and holy can a city run an Olympics when it can't even deal with a bit of snow.
We're not talking Siberian snowdrifts, Canadian snow or New York in the winter, we're talking about a bit of snow. And the moment that snow hits the ground there's fucking chaos.
Many of the tube lines stop working, buses get packed because people who should be on tubes clamber onto the buses, and those who don't take the tube get back in their cars and thus the roads of cunt London become gridlocked.
In short, everything turns to shit!
The Olympics really are going to be an abomination. Hundreds of thousands of visitors are going to be severely disappointed. Trains that don't get them to the stadiums on time. Roads that are gridlocked into standstill. Stadiums that are three-quarters built and crumbling away already.
It's going to be large
posted by The Nothing Man at 24.1.07
3 Comments:
Really... I mean for god's sake. You want snow? I'll send you snow. Well, not really. It might... well, melt. But if I could, I'd send you snow. Big, cold, icky, Canadian snow. Did I mention that it's snowing here? It is. Again.
From what I remember of London, in Autumn, even if a bloody leaf fell on the tracks it stopped the trains!
Nice rant.
LFM, you're welcome to your snow. Trust me, London really couldn't handle snowdrifts or serious snowfall!
Vi, welcome to my blog of rage.
Rants are all you will find here.
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