Its funny how rescuing fantasies can totally backfire, how you can think your helping someone because your convinced your a bigshot and be met with complete incredulity. Ah well.
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I went to the Barbican the other day to see a play first time I'd been in a black box theatre. It had been a while till I went into central london. The women look different than here. Lots of tall willowey women with soft features and lots of fashion sense. I took a bus up the Kings Road and they were very evident. It could be my perception about the women - though there is another biosociological explanation. Generation after generation of being well fed, also the absence of severe stress in their lives. They also have the capital to buy decent clothes. I also noticed a girl with dreads, you never see that here. Africans very rarely have dreads because they tend to associate it with drug addiction. They have Rastafarians in Nigeria but they tend to smoke Heroin. I also went through the City and I thought I am fucking glad I do not work for you pack of cunts.
