The Current State of Britain, of Pit Bulls and Garbage!

My family and I recently set-off on a jaunt around Britain! A holiday that took us to the Isle of Wight and Cowes, then to London before finishing off in Leicester and Market Harborough! A plane, a ferry, a few underground and overland trains and a number of taxi's later we arrived back in Edinburgh exhausted but mostly happy!

It was a great holiday, nice to travel around in relaxed fashion and perfect for my wife to see more of the UK than Edinburgh but sadly certain aspects have left me with little else to write about on a positive note! I don't want to dwell on these negative bits but then I need to clear my mind of them! And anyway, gaily decorated articles about touristic locations, helpful waitresses and sunny-days are a dime-a-dozen; the current and observed downfall of England is not!

In London we stayed in Southwark, close to the banks of the Thames and within walking distance of some of the well known sights of Big Ben, the London Eye, Tower Bridge, etc! Lovely river walks, a great day and more than enough to have us treading skin as we wore out the soles of our shoes!

A statue used for dumping drink containers and rubbish. A statue used for dumping drink containers and rubbish

And the impression left with me is of once-attractive and proud statues now used to dump empty drink and snack containers on; of drunk guys and girls staggering around in broad daylight, of smashed wine glasses on roadsides as non-humans lose grip or a burst of anger causes them to be thrown vacantly away! What is that all about? In our lengthy six-hour walk around London we crossed beggars of all shapes and sizes, thin scarecrows crouched under bridges, the evil eye and foul words passed if no money fell! We circumnavigated piles of rubbish that clearly advertised the originating culprits - polystyrene containers and plastic bin bags from Tesco's, the coffee-cup, Macdonald's and a thousand other manufacturer's of fast-food! People throw garbage without compunction, people drink to stupidity and rattle around to finally feed the fish as they disgorge the stomachs contents into the Thames below! I felt that the Cutty Sark, in her watery-home seemed out of place alongside the freely thrown litter that floated in the dock below!

London has many beautiful parks! We enjoyed sitting in one that snuggled under Westminster Abbey yet I thought that the whole area, liberally decorated with cigarette stubs to the point of excluding the grass from seeing daylight was all a bit weird!

Cowes was nice but again people dropped crisp packets once empty, broken glasses caused worry amongst parents and the drunk and the drunker seemed to enjoy frightening those few who simply wanted to go for a stroll!

I suppose Leicester though wins the award for proving to all that British Society has degraded to rock-bottom award winning levels!

We went for a walk along the high street of Leicester during one fine afternoon at about eleven O'clock! We came out of Marks and Spencer's and were heading for Curries Digital when we heard some extremely loud barking and lots of shouting! Swiveling around I saw one black colored gentleman jumping high, similar to a cartoon character evading the jaws of a crocodile! He jumped and ran as a pit-bull terrier on a leash was played against him by a grinning thug! The thug was enjoying every single moment of this game, letting the pit-bull get close, winding the dog up to attack but pulling it back before the teeth locked on!

Two Police Community Support Officers (PCSO's) happened past and spoke gently to the thug! I overheard them say "are you going to keep that animal under control Sir"? I never heard the answer, I probably wouldn't have been able to understand it if I had but I just cannot quite accept the logic of asking a complete and utter brain-dead lout to keep a pit-bull under control when he was obviously relishing in the production he was currently conducting!

The thug moved on to park his 'man-hood' outide Boots to bark and create terror to all and sundry who passed by, the PCSO's moved on to WHSmiths to spend their pocket-money on some crisps and wine-gums and the black man climbed nervously down from the lamppost to consider packing his bags and returning to Zimbabwe!

I may have forgotten this episode or wiped it from my mind had another occurence not provoked me to write this down here! My family and I were walking around town again the next day, some last minute shopping before heading home when I looked up from my lost-in-though study of the ground to see the local lout walking towards me! The most shocking thing was that he had a leash in his hands with no dog on the end and that he was grinning from ear to ear! I walked quickly on and past, my sons hand gripped tightly in mine as I avoided eye-contact and within seconds we were past him and his slowly sniffing pet two yards behind! My wife though managed to get passed the thug but shrank against the wall when the pit-bull started to sniff her trouser legs! My wife drew in her breath sharply - she doesn't like dogs at the best of times!

Our thug said "dun worry darlin, he only eats niggers"!

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