everything's gone grey but used to be so black and white
my dad's a good guy.
tonight in the car he was talking on his mobile, through an earpiece of course. my dad's a safe guy. his excessive speeding might convince you otherwise, but i assure you, he's always completely in control of the vehicle. end of the phone conversation, cue removal of said earpiece.
"d'you know how much this bloody piece of wire cost?"
"yeah dad, i was with you when you bought it"
"twenty quid. twenty. at carphone warehouse. i was in the hardware place in portobello the other day. they've got the same bloody thing for FOUR. four quid. fuckin' corporations ripping me off."
here follows a rant about other times he's been ripped off and how he's gonna start looking around before buying anything. whether this will actually happen or not is doubtful. my dad's a busy man.
a few minutes later, an advert for the rem concert comes on the radio. tickets go on sale soon or are on sale already or something. the gig isn't until june eighteenth i think. insert next rant about the promoters holding the money for six months before the actual gig takes place and something about interest. i don't really understand money. you get the point.
he's become so cynical these days.
tonight in the car he was talking on his mobile, through an earpiece of course. my dad's a safe guy. his excessive speeding might convince you otherwise, but i assure you, he's always completely in control of the vehicle. end of the phone conversation, cue removal of said earpiece.
"d'you know how much this bloody piece of wire cost?"
"yeah dad, i was with you when you bought it"
"twenty quid. twenty. at carphone warehouse. i was in the hardware place in portobello the other day. they've got the same bloody thing for FOUR. four quid. fuckin' corporations ripping me off."
here follows a rant about other times he's been ripped off and how he's gonna start looking around before buying anything. whether this will actually happen or not is doubtful. my dad's a busy man.
a few minutes later, an advert for the rem concert comes on the radio. tickets go on sale soon or are on sale already or something. the gig isn't until june eighteenth i think. insert next rant about the promoters holding the money for six months before the actual gig takes place and something about interest. i don't really understand money. you get the point.
he's become so cynical these days.