In London, any temperature over 70 is a good excuse for heat-induced rage
"I've noticed a general low level of pissed-offness in London. Expectations have been raised and people have a more international outlook, but they're all working really long hours, everything is expensive, and they still look sweaty and hot and fat in their summerwear. The noise is also more intrusive here. New York is bounded by rivers and you can see trees, and that has a calming effect, especially in summer. There is not the sense of endless concrete and brick that you get in London. Here, you sit in your garden listening to your neighbours cough on either side of the fence and want to get up and machine-gun them."
—This Is London. "One in two Londoners apparently experiences pavement rage on a daily basis, whereby they want to kill the pillocks who won't get out of their way fast enough. We have become connoisseurs of rage: road rage, supermarket rage (and its subset, trolley rage), office rage, techno rage, funeral rage (he's already dead, we rationalise, so get out of my way), Tube rage (ergo Ken bloody Livingstone rage), even nail-technician rage (she blotted your finger wrongŃso kill her)."'
