To the north of Regent’s Park, there’s a little grassy bank just next to the zoo. And over the fence by this grassy bank, a camel sits, thinking about life.

“Hello camel.”

The camel notices me but doesn’t want me to know just yet. His face is turned away from me. He rolls his eye towards me, and after some calculations, turns his head  and replies “Hello.”

“What’s on your mind, camel?”

Camel chews his thoughts for a while and then responds, “I saw a top on ASOS and it said it was camel coloured and I think that’s a bit racist so I’m just quietly fuming.”

Camel has a point. Didn’t stop him buying it though.