See the street-litter twisting in the wind

As I strolled down the London Road today, intent on Christmas shopping in the metropolis, I cascaded past a used and discarded surgical mask, the mandatory broken ale bottle, a fairly fresh pile of vomit and a Citizen hoarding referring to the recent departure of Gloucester rugby winger, Karl Pryce, that read ‘Glos Star to Join Wigan’. After a few seconds reflection I decided that it was the use of the word ‘star’ in the local rag’s advert that had caused me most repugnance.