Right, I had some shitty news on sunday morning, and I'm a bit upset - but mostly I'm plain furious.
My dad and his girlfriend were in a nasty car accident that has left my old man's motor totally knackered, and himself and his mrs in a quavering and miserable state. Some fucking stupid kid, two days after passing his test came hurtling down a country road at 60 (in a 30 zone, no less) and tore into the side of his vehicle. ' you were on the wrong side of the road' says this lad. 'Nope.' Says 'Tron senior. 'You were going 60, to catch up with your mates, and generally racing about like an arse.'
Sure, I'm guessing how the chat went, but you get the jist.
He's hurt, and he's a bit of a state. Yve, his girlfriend, is pretty broken up as well. Not physically, you understand - stiff necks and a bruise or two - but the thought that they were nearly wiped clean off the face of the earth has left them feeling decidedly worse for wear. And it's frightened the shit out of me.
I'm furious, however, because that little pricks mates turn up before his parents and stand around like cunts taking pictures of the wreckage on their mobile phones. No one asked my folks if they were alright until this kid's fucking dad turns up in his jag with his poncey wife and has the manners to ask if they're ok - when his putrid other half starts butting in and being all officious and attempting to take the details. You'd think that's fair enough but she was being pretty fucking rude. Yve pipes up and says 'I'm sorry...are you a police woman?' the reply was no, of course. 'Well, you can fuck off, then.' Heh. that was direct quote.
Anyway. That happened. I'm fucking burned up about it. I'd have strangled the life out of the little prick that's traumatised my pater, but thankfully my old man has some manners, grace, and is willing to give people the benefit of the doubt in situations like this, and dealt with all very patiently, despite being very nearly killed, and then humiliated by gawping cunts.
It makes you wonder how such a nice guy could produced such a vengeful son.
So yeah. Raise a glass to my dad, because he's considerably more of a man than I can ever hope to live up to.
Sigh. Good way to start the day Colin, now you're miserable. For fuck sake.
Oh, Don't ask me about any of the details or what's going to happen next because I don't know. All that matters is that my folks are safe. So I'll take solace in that.
My dad and his girlfriend were in a nasty car accident that has left my old man's motor totally knackered, and himself and his mrs in a quavering and miserable state. Some fucking stupid kid, two days after passing his test came hurtling down a country road at 60 (in a 30 zone, no less) and tore into the side of his vehicle. ' you were on the wrong side of the road' says this lad. 'Nope.' Says 'Tron senior. 'You were going 60, to catch up with your mates, and generally racing about like an arse.'
Sure, I'm guessing how the chat went, but you get the jist.
He's hurt, and he's a bit of a state. Yve, his girlfriend, is pretty broken up as well. Not physically, you understand - stiff necks and a bruise or two - but the thought that they were nearly wiped clean off the face of the earth has left them feeling decidedly worse for wear. And it's frightened the shit out of me.
I'm furious, however, because that little pricks mates turn up before his parents and stand around like cunts taking pictures of the wreckage on their mobile phones. No one asked my folks if they were alright until this kid's fucking dad turns up in his jag with his poncey wife and has the manners to ask if they're ok - when his putrid other half starts butting in and being all officious and attempting to take the details. You'd think that's fair enough but she was being pretty fucking rude. Yve pipes up and says 'I'm sorry...are you a police woman?' the reply was no, of course. 'Well, you can fuck off, then.' Heh. that was direct quote.
Anyway. That happened. I'm fucking burned up about it. I'd have strangled the life out of the little prick that's traumatised my pater, but thankfully my old man has some manners, grace, and is willing to give people the benefit of the doubt in situations like this, and dealt with all very patiently, despite being very nearly killed, and then humiliated by gawping cunts.
It makes you wonder how such a nice guy could produced such a vengeful son.
So yeah. Raise a glass to my dad, because he's considerably more of a man than I can ever hope to live up to.
Sigh. Good way to start the day Colin, now you're miserable. For fuck sake.
Oh, Don't ask me about any of the details or what's going to happen next because I don't know. All that matters is that my folks are safe. So I'll take solace in that.
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And on the subject of my hair... Yes, it is awfully fucking emo. So much so that when I started playing My Sims the other day, setting up a character for my brother, and I was going through the few available hair styles.. Guess who's hair cut was exactly duplicated on that list and called "EMO"? And I have more than a few pairs of skinny fit jeans now.. Should I be worried? Nah, I'll worry when I start crying black mascara.