The credit crunch is getting boring: retail sales figures, businesses going into administration (Deloitte and PwC seem to be doing very well out of this crisis), not to mention the plight of the lonely bite-size crunchies left in tins in offices waiting for workers to return from their extended holidays in January and eat them. It’s time to move on and moan about something else.
How about Bromley?
The suburban drudgery of the zombie commuters that was captured so well by Atilla the Stockbroker has always made Bromley poopy. It is an in-betweener place between somewhere amazing (London) and somewhere so bad that it has an appeal only to those with melancholy leanings or a sick sense of humour (Kent).
But for me, Bromley was confirmed as chief gruff nut to South-London last year when the small-minded residents turned out in droves to vote in the bigoted buffoon who we now call Mayor.
In 2009, it is high time that London wiped its arse clean.
Laura's Bureau 