There is a terrifying rage sweeping the city of London. A potentially deadly, contagious and frightening rage. I hadn't realised the sheer density of it, until I witnessed it with my own innocent eyes.
I'm not talking about road rage or gang rage, although I am by no means dismissing these rages and their often tragic consequences.
I am referring to - umbrella rage. Never has a a piece of fabric and metal rods caused so much trouble!
Black ones, white ones, spotted ones, frog shaped ones, you can find them and many others on the streets of London. On their own they are harmless enough, but in the hands of the wrong person, it can be bedlam.
I've seen eyes in grave danger of being violently poked out by metal points. I've seen abruptly opened umbrellas scaring passers by, and turning the mildest mannered human into a furious, red faced creature, using the foulest language known to man.
I've seen the look of fury a water logged umbrella has caused, by dripping droplets of rain into an unsuspecting face, or trickling cold rain onto an unknown persons neck.
The umbrella rage is here. And according to the weather man and his monsoon rainfall weather forecast, it could be here for a while.
Wish me luck. It's a battlefield out there.
Picture of the day:
There are dark times ahead.