happened? Maybe tried to blow up the Queen. I imagine Fuckingham someone’s Paleass exploding into a million bits and pieces and the Queen going does not ‘One I laugh at my posh accent. But, they fucking should do that. The royal approve’. family just stole all the money anyway. They should turn all the castles and stuff into Disneylands and make a load of money for the country. We were told in school that all the royal stuff is owned by us. So if worth billions of pounds they should sell it’s it to Americans and share the profits out. I reckon me and Georgina would get a few thousand quid each. We ever going to meet the old cow. She can fuck off and ain’t all the rest of the tossers who lick her arse. just a person. Who gives a fuck? It She’s would be cool to be king. Georgina would be queen and Harry have and…He doesn’t a name yet. What are we going to call it? I reckon it should be James after James Bond, but Mum wants a pussy boyband name like Duke or Jaden or Tyler. Georgina’s not even real names. I like Russell too. A couple of ambulances zoom out of They’re the access road next to the car park. As they swing onto the road they put their sirens on. They go in the same direction as the police. Some of the cars on the street are doing u-turns and driving away from central London. The bus stop countdown still says no information available. Lots of cars are turning around now. a lot of There’s beeping and no order. all trying to do it at the same time. And really fast. They’re My pumping hard. I walk over to a smart looking car and knock on the heart’s window. going ‘What’s on?’ I shout through the glass. The man inside is dressed in a suit. He glances at me quickly. He looks shit scared. He answer, he just grabs his wheel and starts doesn’t to turn. He care that here and I have to jump back to stop myself getting doesn’t I’m run over. I tell him to fuck off and give him a wanker sign. I think any buses don’t
happened? Maybe someone’s tried to blow up the Queen. I imagine Fuckingham Paleass exploding into a million bits and pieces and the Queen going ‘One does not approve’. I laugh at my posh accent. But, they fucking should do that. The royal family just stole all the money anyway. They should turn all the castles and stuff into Disneylands and make a load of money for the country. We were told in school that all the royal stuff is owned by us. So if it’s worth billions of pounds they should sell it to Americans and share the profits out. I reckon me and Georgina would get a few thousand quid each. We ain’t ever going to meet the old cow. She can fuck off and all the rest of the tossers who lick her arse. She’s just a person. Who gives a fuck? It would be cool to be king. Georgina would be queen and Harry and…He doesn’t have a name yet. What are we going to call it? I reckon it should be James after James Bond, but Georgina’s Mum wants a pussy boyband name like Duke or Jaden or Tyler. They’re not even real names. I like Russell too. A couple of ambulances zoom out of the access road next to the car park. As they swing onto the road they put their sirens on. They go in the same direction as the police. Some of the cars on the street are doing u-turns and driving away from central London. The bus stop countdown still says no information available. Lots of cars are turning around now. There’s a lot of beeping and no order. They’re all trying to do it at the same time. And really fast. My heart’s pumping hard. I walk over to a smart looking car and knock on the window. ‘What’s going on?’ I shout through the glass. The man inside is dressed in a suit. He glances at me quickly. He looks shit scared. He doesn’t answer, he just grabs his wheel and starts to turn. He doesn’t care that I’m here and I have to jump back to stop myself getting run over. I tell him to fuck off and give him a wanker sign. I don’t think any buses