It's a london thing. Isit?

I've never been one to turn my nose up at anything free but when it comes to the free papers, given away as part of London transports 'welcome to hell' package, I have a bit of a problem. By the very nature of them being free means the content is written predominantly by lazy journalists that have blatantly cut and pasted paragraphs of news from an earlier edition of another free paper or egregious pisscranes that are simply awash with their own sense of somebody else' opinion.

Take the London Papers' Chantelle Fiddy. I'm confused.

She speaks with such an air of authority about the hottest new dubstep nights, or the latest trending tide of UK Funky clubs in South East London's answer to Hoxton, or the kids that are doing the Socashakalac in a 'recently pissed in by a tramp' corner of a kings cross car park. However her face says "I have no idea what all of these words mean, the nearest I've been to an underground club is when I accidentally got caught up in a large crowd on a platform of the tube. I just keep writing down what that office assistant girl keeps talking to her friends about on her phone. My hair is stuck like this. Help. I wish I had friends too". Baffling!

Luke Blackall can fuck off as well.