I know this shouldn't make me so angry (or even angry at all) but they're back: Goths are stalking Simon Le Bon, it's been TWO days, and I hate them so much!

Three emotionally stunted young women of European extraction are lurking at my bus stop, crappy suede shoulder bags and pointy boots and fucking stupid braided hair the lot of them. They sidle - well, not sidle, but rather whatever the hunchback of Notre Dame did when he wanted to go somewhere, slowly - up to the driveway of the Le Bons' house, then, casually like, stop and stare. And stare. Then return to the bus stop. To report their findings? Aargh!

They know they're shameful and sordid and that their weak, masturbatory pleasures are out in the open and their heads droop under the weight of their own inadequacy. But still they persist, faking to themselves they're on some kind of mission. To do what? See what kind of trellis the Le Bons use? Which model of SUV (spit) they drive?

I hate them so much! My lip is turning up in anger and disgust while I write. It can't be good for my blood pressure. My digital camera is out of action, so no pics, but they're always the same, anyway - troll-like, pathetic fux0rs with even less of a life than me.