This is nothing new, I grant you, but as I was crossing out great Metropolis this morning and back at lunchtime it got my goat yet again

Why the need to sashay along the pavement holding a polystyrene cup of the latest, must-have latté, juice, frappa-bloody-cino or whatever it is like you're clutching a fvcking Oscar

Probably more like you've just won the spelling bee in the 4th form!
Why this need to imbibe on the hoof?

It's not as if you're running a fvcking marathon! I was descending in the lift at Warren St and there was another one... decorously clad in her best, pashmina, dark glasses, the lot, sipping some Rain Forest Extra Juicio multi-vit like her life depended on it... in a lift.... to the Underground!
Have yer breakfast, get out and meet the day. Get on with it! If you need sustenance, go somewhere, sit down and have a
pint coffee. Stop bloody wandering around like you're on dialysis.