Editor's Blog July 11th 2012
Seven Things I Hate About You.
Gibraltar is my home. It has been my home for over thirty years. In those thirty years I have seen Gibraltar grow to be the vibrant multicultural, relatively safe and prosperous country it is today.
But all is not well on planet Rock.
For all the good things about Gibraltar there a seven things that really annoy me about the place. I am sure that we all got our bugbears, so here are mine.
Lets start off with something light shall we? When I say ‘light’ not really, in fact this is one of my top hates. Imagine you are driving to wherever you need to be, and because we left everything for the last minute we are in a rush. We are driving up Line Wall when the car in front suddenly stops, the Vratha in the Honda civic sticks his head out the window and starts talking to another Vratha in a shit can BMW. I count to ten and beep my horn and all I get is a dirty look, like I have just butted in on the conversation that is going to cure world hunger. At this point, having an extremely short fuse, I eject out of the car and walk purposely towards the Honda Civic and its low IQ’d contents. The Vratha who senses impending doom raises a peace sign to his fellow species in the BMW and wheel spins down the road.