Don’t Mind Me, I Only Live Here

I’m in town. I’m so over peopled that I’m starting to get arsey. That’s the problem with living in, objectively, the best city. Anywhere. Ever. With York a close second, clearly. Everyone else wants to see it too, and then we go and put on all this fun shit and it gets even busier. It is more bustling than usual this year. It’s already at mid-August levels, even from before lockdown, so I thought I’d do a quick poll on social media of my friends to see who avoids town at this time of year. I considered making a pie chart to illustrate the results. Turns out all of us. No one said no. It is a full pie, with a little line to an explanation that reads —’People who live here or nearby that actively avoid town at this time’. If we replace that line with custard, and make the pie apple and blackberry, we’ve got a great pudding. Sadly I can’t. So it’s haggis custard with irn bru jelly pie. With a thistle garnish. <a href="https://medium.com/bouncin-and-behavin-blogs/dont-mind-me-i-only-live-here-2a88963ca71e">Click Here</a>