Reformed Teletubbyland

The teletubbyland they built where formerly hosted the notorious bunch now has trees not grown from the soil but installed, so that they stood tall and strong from day one like christmas trees from B&Q. Single benches that prevent sleepover, toliets for underground activities and a fountain that sprays water in your face from four feet away in the morning. When the embedded on the ground fountain is off, there's the tension of it suddenly turned on if you walk over it and some kids would come out from nowhere saying 'You've been punked.' Sometimes people would chirp to greet you, sometimes nice, sometimes not, sometimes meaningless. Here you can meet some of the most enthusiastic street preachers, one stood in the middle of the road announcing that he has been shot before but thank god was saved, seemingly challenging God for another round. Before you realise, spirituality will enter your mind threading through the smell of incense, until you woke from your trance by someone walking into you like Richard Ashcroft's special move.

Scottish beef

Sorry to the vegetarians or vegans. Today we'll talk about beef, or may I say good quality scottish beef. I hope that you have seen this billboard in the underground, otherwise let me illustrate: On your left hand side is a rather handsome (or supposed to be) man in his mid 30s, with the highland as backdrop. Forgot whether he's wearing a kilt. Underneath it said 'Good quality of life' (so may be it's so good quality that he's actually in his mid 40s or even 50s but still appears youthful after drinking bottles of highland spring everyday. Not really. Next to him, taken the other half of the billboard space was slices of medium-rare beef. Hum...beef.

Put the two together, for some reason seems like the meat comes from him. You know, like selling free range eggs, you wouldn't put an elegant lady next to it and says 'Good quality of life'.