Apparently the Grass on This Side Was That Horrible Fake Stuff - And Somebody Nicked It
I am in what could be the shittiest mood ever. I was having a brilliant day through work; it was busy, but I was having a great time. On the way home, it was really frigging cold - colder than anything I've ever felt before. My feet and hands were numb and I wanted nothing more than to get home and straight into the bath without a hitch - no hypothermia, no slipping and falling on my arse.
So, near the traffic lights entrance to Clarence Street, I saw three kids (two girls and a boy) walking towards me, across the road. Faffing in the snow, and being a general nuisance.
They all know Ashley, don't they? They've given him trouble in the past, and they recognise me as his sister.
"Heads up!" the boy shouts, and lobs a snowball at me. It misses. Across the road with all the cars I can't do much except look at them like they're a bunch of idiots and dodge. He throws another one.
"Are you Ashley's sister?" the scrawny girl shouts. "Is your brother gay?"
Okay. One, what business is it of theirs, and two, why should I answer their ridiculous questions? So a few more snowballs get thrown and then - joy of joys - the lights turn green so I have to cross.
"Get her!" the other girl shouts - and they do. They get me right in the side of the head. Totally unprovoked. So I turn on them.
"You have all the mental capacity of a vegetable, do you realise that?" I say. Which is the honest truth. There ain't a braincell between this lot. Cue baffled wtfery on their part as they try to figure out all the long words. Instead they throw another snowball, which hits me in the side.
"Grow up," I say, and begin to walk off.
"You grow up!" is the scrawny girl's response. Uh, excuse me? Says the one who's throwing snowballs at somebody who's done absolutely nothing to provoke it?
I just walked away. But, as you can imagine, I was fuming. I'd been hard pressed not to turn around and beat the living shit out of them but I had my hands full with shopping and with my inadequate footwear on all that ice - well, I wouldn't have come away from it better off.
God, I should have beaten them up. I would have, if I hadn't been carrying so much. I don't give a flying fuck if they're fourteen years old and half my height. But because I didn't lash out and completely flatten them, I carried all that fury back home with me. Battered the door down, dumped all my stuff and marched straight across the road to batter the door down of mother of aforementioned boy.
When she finally answered, I just explained what had happened - I just couldn't keep my voice steady when I was so pissed off. She promised to sort him out, but what of the two other girls? I have no idea who they are and I have the feeling that they were the ones who put him up to it - he's a bit of a dimwit on his own. So by getting the lad told off, I haven't really achieved anything. It's so bloody frustrating.
I think the worst part of it was that I let myself be victimised by a bunch of kids. That's what I'm really angry about. Because I didn't retaliate (after all, they're a bunch of kids) and I let myself get so worked up about it after I got home.
Sorry for dumping this waffle on you but Twitter is down and I needed to rant a bit more privately, I think, to someone I can trust to not think I'm just being a whiny cretin. The truth is, I'm pissed the fuck off by how ridiculous the kids in this country can behave. And I just can't believe how lackadaisical some parents can be to allow their kids to get like that. You know what my verdict is for British society? These anti-social yobs are like a cancer, because their kids are going to behave in the exact same way and more and more decent kids will be pulled into that way of life. This country is going to go to shit.
Ehem. Pardon my Anglo-Norwegian.
On a happier note, today was awesome because the Mavver (who I was working with - don't know if I told you) has gone. She was okay(ish) to talk to but I had a feeling that all of her niceness was just a pretension. There wasn't an ounce of sincerity to anything pleasant she had to say. Plus, I'd often catch her staring at me. She'd do it all the time. Not in a pervy way, just a weird sort of... I dunno, scrutiny. Like someone wondering what the hell this creature is that they're looking at.
Anyway, she's gone because she was on a placement at the shop with a training agency, but she became extremely unreliable as far as attendance was concerned. There are two new people there, now - a Ukrainian lady called Victoria who's pretty nice and a guy called Chris who likes Monty Python, Futurama, Family Guy and Top Gear. He's a right laugh - we just bantered all day.
Despite the woes of today, there's always tomorrow. As for those yobs, next time I might catch them alone. Or without shopping. And if they try anything, I don't think they'll be home for tea in one piece.
So, near the traffic lights entrance to Clarence Street, I saw three kids (two girls and a boy) walking towards me, across the road. Faffing in the snow, and being a general nuisance.
They all know Ashley, don't they? They've given him trouble in the past, and they recognise me as his sister.
"Heads up!" the boy shouts, and lobs a snowball at me. It misses. Across the road with all the cars I can't do much except look at them like they're a bunch of idiots and dodge. He throws another one.
"Are you Ashley's sister?" the scrawny girl shouts. "Is your brother gay?"
Okay. One, what business is it of theirs, and two, why should I answer their ridiculous questions? So a few more snowballs get thrown and then - joy of joys - the lights turn green so I have to cross.
"Get her!" the other girl shouts - and they do. They get me right in the side of the head. Totally unprovoked. So I turn on them.
"You have all the mental capacity of a vegetable, do you realise that?" I say. Which is the honest truth. There ain't a braincell between this lot. Cue baffled wtfery on their part as they try to figure out all the long words. Instead they throw another snowball, which hits me in the side.
"Grow up," I say, and begin to walk off.
"You grow up!" is the scrawny girl's response. Uh, excuse me? Says the one who's throwing snowballs at somebody who's done absolutely nothing to provoke it?
I just walked away. But, as you can imagine, I was fuming. I'd been hard pressed not to turn around and beat the living shit out of them but I had my hands full with shopping and with my inadequate footwear on all that ice - well, I wouldn't have come away from it better off.
God, I should have beaten them up. I would have, if I hadn't been carrying so much. I don't give a flying fuck if they're fourteen years old and half my height. But because I didn't lash out and completely flatten them, I carried all that fury back home with me. Battered the door down, dumped all my stuff and marched straight across the road to batter the door down of mother of aforementioned boy.
When she finally answered, I just explained what had happened - I just couldn't keep my voice steady when I was so pissed off. She promised to sort him out, but what of the two other girls? I have no idea who they are and I have the feeling that they were the ones who put him up to it - he's a bit of a dimwit on his own. So by getting the lad told off, I haven't really achieved anything. It's so bloody frustrating.
I think the worst part of it was that I let myself be victimised by a bunch of kids. That's what I'm really angry about. Because I didn't retaliate (after all, they're a bunch of kids) and I let myself get so worked up about it after I got home.
Sorry for dumping this waffle on you but Twitter is down and I needed to rant a bit more privately, I think, to someone I can trust to not think I'm just being a whiny cretin. The truth is, I'm pissed the fuck off by how ridiculous the kids in this country can behave. And I just can't believe how lackadaisical some parents can be to allow their kids to get like that. You know what my verdict is for British society? These anti-social yobs are like a cancer, because their kids are going to behave in the exact same way and more and more decent kids will be pulled into that way of life. This country is going to go to shit.
Ehem. Pardon my Anglo-Norwegian.
On a happier note, today was awesome because the Mavver (who I was working with - don't know if I told you) has gone. She was okay(ish) to talk to but I had a feeling that all of her niceness was just a pretension. There wasn't an ounce of sincerity to anything pleasant she had to say. Plus, I'd often catch her staring at me. She'd do it all the time. Not in a pervy way, just a weird sort of... I dunno, scrutiny. Like someone wondering what the hell this creature is that they're looking at.
Anyway, she's gone because she was on a placement at the shop with a training agency, but she became extremely unreliable as far as attendance was concerned. There are two new people there, now - a Ukrainian lady called Victoria who's pretty nice and a guy called Chris who likes Monty Python, Futurama, Family Guy and Top Gear. He's a right laugh - we just bantered all day.
Despite the woes of today, there's always tomorrow. As for those yobs, next time I might catch them alone. Or without shopping. And if they try anything, I don't think they'll be home for tea in one piece.