Here comes the sun, and I say....

It’s a warm day, the sky is clear except for vapour trails. The sound of mind numbing dance music fills the air, pumped out through open windows. I don’t wanna be listening to someone elses House music. The flag of St George is flying and flapping in World Cup patriotic pride on houses and cars. Topless men parade their tetosterone , keeping cool but not looking cool. Women expose as much flesh is decent in search of a beautiful tan, but finding only ugly sunburn. There’s two kids on the bus one is incessantly texting on their mobile phone, the other is reading. Now there’s a turn up for the books on this fine summers day.