Today I heard hooves outside the window & looked out to see one of these going past;
I went out of the house to have a proper look while the funeral director at the end of the street loaded it up with a coffin & a flower arrangement reading 'NAN'. Also to pull a 'Gosh, aren't you a c**t' face at the arsehole who pulled up behind the procession in a shitty car & beeped his horn repeatedly.
Tomorrow bring picnic in Hampstead Heath, a marilyn manson cover band at Electrowerks and on sunday we hit Brighton vs Banksy.