I was walking up marchmont street at lunch time where most of the uni of london halls are.

The street was lined by 4x4s with tired old parents lugging their evil spawn's luggage into their car-boots.

I saw this poor lobster-tanned guy in his 50s hauling his daughters shit and she was carrying a fucking macbook?????? "only one more trip daddy"

"what???" he exclaimed. I really felt for him..and his face said it all...his entire life story.

I'm an honest hard working chap...i most probably started out with modest means but i grafted and i've provided for my family,and my daughters at a plush university, somewhere i probably never had a chance to go to. It's taken its toll, you can probably tell from the collapsed veins on my nose. I'm proud of what I've done and i have a fucking massive 4x4 as testemant to my achievements..i just wanna take it easy now. But this little bitch wants to kill me!