It's either cars or computers round here. Must be the change of season.
Today appeared to be 'drive like even more of a slack-jawed Bristolian fucktard than usual' day. By the time I'd got to the hateful 'leisure centre' (or whatever the hell it is. I'm sure those things used to be swimming pools, saunas, a coffee bar and a game of pong for the kids while you were having it all seventies in your bri-nylon relaxation wear, but now they've got rid of anything involving more exercise than tottering in from the car park so you are free to gorge yourself spherical in a selection of terrible theme 'non-destinational vertical eating outlets' before slobbing out in the multiplex to busly text yr mates as noisily as possible because you can't hear your phone over the noise of the film and the tiresome people telling you to shut the fuck up.)
It's hard to believe that the generation that was so invested (haw!) in nylon clothing would also invent CMOS logic.
... Anyway, some shitbag in a builder's pickup (you could tell by the broom dropped into one of the ladder-rack uprights, the ladder carelessly and diagonally lashed across the load-bed and the way it was driven by a complete cock-end) clattered past on the way to Jewsons/The tile shop/Asda/The Next outlet shop.
I thought no more about it because there was a roundabout heaving into view and the sun was both low and bright in the sky.
That is until there was an el-massivo
BAAAAANNG!
as bollocky-bill the builder's boy steamed past a set of Pelican lights, which caught his diagonally-lashed ladder square on, ripped it wholesale from the back of his van and put a quite handy dent in the 'safety' railings. Good job there was no-one crossing the road there, because the ambulance would have required a mop and bucket for the bits.
I laughed, bastard that I am.
It's hard to believe that the generation that was so invested (haw!) in nylon clothing would also invent CMOS logic.
... Anyway, some shitbag in a builder's pickup (you could tell by the broom dropped into one of the ladder-rack uprights, the ladder carelessly and diagonally lashed across the load-bed and the way it was driven by a complete cock-end) clattered past on the way to Jewsons/The tile shop/Asda/The Next outlet shop.
I thought no more about it because there was a roundabout heaving into view and the sun was both low and bright in the sky.
That is until there was an el-massivo
BAAAAANNG!
as bollocky-bill the builder's boy steamed past a set of Pelican lights, which caught his diagonally-lashed ladder square on, ripped it wholesale from the back of his van and put a quite handy dent in the 'safety' railings. Good job there was no-one crossing the road there, because the ambulance would have required a mop and bucket for the bits.
I laughed, bastard that I am.