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I‘m walking through the Park of Human Rights. It’s not actually a park, more a bit of green with a hospital on the left and a big street on the right which I walk past pretty much everyday. “Right to Equality” is carved into a paving block I step on, I’m walking slowly so I don’t slip on the frozen ground. It’s cold and slippery, there’s so much snow everywhere, white, greyish, black, frozen and crunching under my feet. I’m bored of it already. I inhale the cold air and walk on. “Freedom of Speech”. Human fucking rights.

I can’t wait to get home, collapse onto the couch and do absolutely nothing. “AREN’T YOU FUCKING FREEZING?” a girl shouts at me. It takes me some time to realise she’s probably referring to my black nylon tights. With my pale skin shining through them it must look like I’m practically naked, although everyone knows tights keep you warmer than trousers, it’s a fact. I feel warm muffled up in my winter coat (which I temporarily ditched my leather jacket for), a wool scarf wrapped round my head and Doc Martens on my feet. Jealous bitch I think as I walk on.