THE BATTLE OF BRITAIN
We fought a war for this. So it's patriotic.
It's always some hulking rag-woman built like a Sherman Tank who sticks her big nose into it, and starts yelling about filthy habits, in train stations and municipal offices and public busses and Italian restaurants, worried about her big flobbly lungs and her kacky little children and yappy dogs, ooh the precious, damned monsters, sod them all.
And then they threaten legal repercussions, they should be ticketed for being visual blights themselves, the bloody interfering Berkeleyites!
If you want fresh air, you should carry around a can of it!
And stop waving your arms in a panic.
Rubbish, I say.
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