Dear stupid, stupid people.
Why in Ghandhi's name did I see you hovering a million miles above York this morning?
Are you buttfucked? It was freezing cold on the ground and yet you go up in a hot-air balloon at SEVEN IN THE MORNING with a very sporradic heating system and a view of fog on an already bleak-looking York.
You fools!
Don't let me catch you at it again.
Regards,
Nicole K Smith CE.
