As you have gathered, the place i live is not a nice one. It is a grey town with flying rats and the streets filled with TV-created morons. There is is precious little romance and even fewer individuals that i wish to to spend my time with. Taking a walk through the shopping centre is like wandering about in an Aphex Twin music video.
There is however one guy in the town who i secretly adore. I believe he is afflicted with tourettes. He is a tall, slim chap, with dirty brown hair, and his clothes are close fitting. He walks quickly, and often looks like a cat has jumped on his head.
A couple of weeks ago i was on one of usual trips to town, looking for games or comics or whatever. I heard in the distance a raised voice. The voice came closer, and not all the words being spouted were entirely coherant. A slim figure, cutting a swathe through the crowd with an acrid cloud of blue language and gutteral slurrings swooshed past me. I was on my way out of the center, and so was he, so we were heading same way.
People were left standing, blinking, and some of them laughing at him. I followed him outside, where he shot across the quadrant after a yell of:
'FUCKINGGREASYDEATH!!'
promting a large afro-carribean gentlemen to stagger up the stairs, a sweater in his mouth, to gag his laughter.
Yeah, it was sort of funny, but the sweary guy was obviously having a really bad day, and no-one was making it any better. I feel bad for him.
But man, i would give anything to be able to scare the piss out everone within 100 meters of me.
What a guy.
There is however one guy in the town who i secretly adore. I believe he is afflicted with tourettes. He is a tall, slim chap, with dirty brown hair, and his clothes are close fitting. He walks quickly, and often looks like a cat has jumped on his head.
A couple of weeks ago i was on one of usual trips to town, looking for games or comics or whatever. I heard in the distance a raised voice. The voice came closer, and not all the words being spouted were entirely coherant. A slim figure, cutting a swathe through the crowd with an acrid cloud of blue language and gutteral slurrings swooshed past me. I was on my way out of the center, and so was he, so we were heading same way.
People were left standing, blinking, and some of them laughing at him. I followed him outside, where he shot across the quadrant after a yell of:
'FUCKINGGREASYDEATH!!'
promting a large afro-carribean gentlemen to stagger up the stairs, a sweater in his mouth, to gag his laughter.
Yeah, it was sort of funny, but the sweary guy was obviously having a really bad day, and no-one was making it any better. I feel bad for him.
But man, i would give anything to be able to scare the piss out everone within 100 meters of me.
What a guy.
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We have a similar guy in Ealing. He talks to himself very loudly - often into a mobile fone (his hand). I think it's "someone" talking to him though - he always screams "you're 50, you're a retard, you wanna go to speed dating, everyone's laughing at you" etc. Feel sorry for him, but can't help smiling (I'm only human).
Craig David's ass is mine