ya ffffffffffffffffng b-b-b-b-b see ya ffffff

I know it's wrong to photograph the destitute and disturbed but I feel it's appropriate to photograph the shamefully drunk as an example to others. This filthy boozed-up oaf was spoiling the peaceful gardens with its inebriant slouching. Its fellows tried to maintain the dignity of the area with straight backs and neat alignments but this one spoiled it for them all. Luckily none of the city's visitors were around to see, scared off as they were by the greyish skies and slight wind. There were a few walking in the gardens but their bowed and hooded heads ignored the sides of the path, fearful of the sneaky fingers of wind which might fling back their hoods and expose their delicate faces to the ravages of fifteen-degree mugginess. Maybe I should hire an old, bearded guy to wander around the city centre wear a sandwich board of the "the end of the world is nigh" style of thing but with "A Parka? FFS. This is just about as warm as it gets" or "You won't feel the benefit come November". Maybe he could even stand outside the RSA and rant alongside the burn-in-hell guys but on the subject of having a range of adaptations to allow the body to function comfortably over a wide temperature range without the need to resort to excessive clothings.