Today, polly, chris, poppy and myself all got harrassed by a group of girls who literally made me contemplate my faith in humanity. They looked like the offspring of a packet of wotsits covered in tesco value mascara and the most vile shade of pink lipstick which was most probably a special gift from a barbie magazine. Not to mention their incapacity to form a remotely understanable sentance, and the way that they thought saying that I looked like a chinese girl would be classed as an insult. I love watford.











