After spending hours driving around London today, I finally found a parking space despite one taxi driver offering to rip out my lungs, almost being beheaded by a cyclist carrying something very sharp, and walking away from someone bartering with me as to which organ he was going to remove.
But it seems that not only the people in this sometimes hostile city catch all the bile. Not even the shrubbery is spared their vitriol.
Poor little fellow. I'm surprised it managed to grow at all breathing in the vile brew that passes for air in this place.