Darkest Hour

Okay so I haven't been to New York City but this is to put things into perspective of what I saw whilst on my journey to celebrate gardening. Got near enough to Piccadilly and my bladder was at bursting point. I have a strong bladder but necking loads of lemonade and vodka I needed to take a time out. As we were in traffic I just jumped out and ran behind some shops. THE FLOOR MOVED. It was disgusting as there were rats everywhere running around and as much as I strained to speed up my leak it just wasn't happening and I was paranoid that I would be abducted by them and taken to their lair. This was indeed my darkest hour...