You Are A DICK FACE
I heard a women shout in anger at her boyfriend (or male companion) you are a DICK FACE. I don’t know if she meant to say dick head or if she even wanted to imply that this mans head or face was in anyway phallic. He seemed quite upset by it though, while I was slightly amused. I hope one day they both re-call the argument and find it amusing too.
I was in the Borders car park when I overheard the argument. Prior to being in the Borders car park I’d been in Borders. I was helping my Mom buy books for the defence college, mostly related to war although I was pleased to see one girl had requested ‘Bring It On’. Eventually I made my way over to the magazine section, shopping is like carefully eating an Oreo so the best creamy bit is left till last. The most terrifying publication I saw was the ‘International Dolls’ magazine. They make such lifelike looking dolls that would scare the shit out of any child. That is of course the sick thing, they aren’t even made for children, adults make and buy these things WHAT DO THEY DO WITH THEM, put them on shelves and stare at them, talk to them, hold them, brush their hair???? I’ve decided not to delve any deeper into the world of doll collectors unless it’s for an investigative journalism piece. The porn section was funny and disturbing too but for more obvious reasons.
The magazine I ended up buying is called ‘Found’ magazine. I’d heard about it before but never been able to track it down. It’s made in America and is a collection of letters and pictures people have found. Two pages were devoted to letters found in a secret drawer in an office block. People had been leaving shabby bit of office stationary it for six years. One of my favourites was written by a little boy to the love of his life:
“Oh my goodness I really do miss you. When you didn’t sit by me when we ate I was sad but that’s okay. I get the feeling Bryn might have a crush on you. Kinda bugs me really. When I think of you my chest gets really heavy and I start getting bigger breaths. It’s going to be hard when you move. I never thought I could feel this way about someone wow it makes me feel like your off at war in the olden days and me writing love letters.”
I wish someone had written me a love letter with the word ‘wow’ in it.
Another nice piece in the magazine was about Justin Davison who in 1987 at the age of 17 wrote to Bill Griffith the inventor or the comic ‘Zippy the Pinhead’. It was full of suggestions for upcoming Zippy comics. It never reached Bill but was found by a woman who kept it for 15 years before handing it in to ‘Found’. The editor tracked down Mr Griffiths, got him to read the letter and as a result a Zippy Comic was based in Justin Davison and his many fantastic ideas. Justin was sent a package including his original letter, a picture of the lady who found it and the comic that was the result.
I’ll stop talking about my new purchase; I’ve already sat on my sofa at home for an hour reading through then reading out excerpts to my parents. I was asked nicely to be quite.
So I’m in a lovely mood today. I hope no one calls me a dick face and ruins it.
I was in the Borders car park when I overheard the argument. Prior to being in the Borders car park I’d been in Borders. I was helping my Mom buy books for the defence college, mostly related to war although I was pleased to see one girl had requested ‘Bring It On’. Eventually I made my way over to the magazine section, shopping is like carefully eating an Oreo so the best creamy bit is left till last. The most terrifying publication I saw was the ‘International Dolls’ magazine. They make such lifelike looking dolls that would scare the shit out of any child. That is of course the sick thing, they aren’t even made for children, adults make and buy these things WHAT DO THEY DO WITH THEM, put them on shelves and stare at them, talk to them, hold them, brush their hair???? I’ve decided not to delve any deeper into the world of doll collectors unless it’s for an investigative journalism piece. The porn section was funny and disturbing too but for more obvious reasons.
The magazine I ended up buying is called ‘Found’ magazine. I’d heard about it before but never been able to track it down. It’s made in America and is a collection of letters and pictures people have found. Two pages were devoted to letters found in a secret drawer in an office block. People had been leaving shabby bit of office stationary it for six years. One of my favourites was written by a little boy to the love of his life:
“Oh my goodness I really do miss you. When you didn’t sit by me when we ate I was sad but that’s okay. I get the feeling Bryn might have a crush on you. Kinda bugs me really. When I think of you my chest gets really heavy and I start getting bigger breaths. It’s going to be hard when you move. I never thought I could feel this way about someone wow it makes me feel like your off at war in the olden days and me writing love letters.”
I wish someone had written me a love letter with the word ‘wow’ in it.
Another nice piece in the magazine was about Justin Davison who in 1987 at the age of 17 wrote to Bill Griffith the inventor or the comic ‘Zippy the Pinhead’. It was full of suggestions for upcoming Zippy comics. It never reached Bill but was found by a woman who kept it for 15 years before handing it in to ‘Found’. The editor tracked down Mr Griffiths, got him to read the letter and as a result a Zippy Comic was based in Justin Davison and his many fantastic ideas. Justin was sent a package including his original letter, a picture of the lady who found it and the comic that was the result.
I’ll stop talking about my new purchase; I’ve already sat on my sofa at home for an hour reading through then reading out excerpts to my parents. I was asked nicely to be quite.
So I’m in a lovely mood today. I hope no one calls me a dick face and ruins it.