My trip to Epping forest today was met with as harsh a view of the city I was trying to escape from.
I saw a hawk sitting on top of a wood pigeon pecking at its head until I approached. Then I met a ginger cat which was very friendly at first but then kept bitting me and kicking me with its back legs in a fits of pleasure.
I then stood in a massive horse shit and then drew a circle in the ground around it with a stick and linked it with a line to another nearby mountain of dung. I then started to join other shits on the road with the marks of the stick like a huge crime scene.
You can take the boy out of the city, but if you clothe a naked horse would it become a clothes horse?
