don't let yourself down

yesterday i was confronted with yet more in-your-face displays of london's gritty problems

a drunk guy fell backwards onto me while i was queuing up to recharge my oyster card at king's cross station

as i made my way through the underground mazes of south kensington station, i walked past this drunk/stoned girl who, completely dazed, sat herself down next to a busker. a tube employee was shadowing her, using his walkie-talkie to, i dunno, radio for help

i love london but sometimes the grim aspects seize up on you with no warning