I do appreciate the seriousness of Tourette’s, and know that it must be an awful condition for anyone affected. But when a man stands at my bus stop, randomly shouting fuck off in a Mr Punch kind of voice, it’s quite difficult to retain one’s composure.
And, of course, he had to get on my bus.
Earlier today, while waiting for my second in command to pick me up from Ferry Meadows, I watched a very old cat eat frogs. Well, I only saw it eat one, but it had begun stalking a second.
I probably don’t need to say much about this. A picture of the accessible toilet at Gateshead interchange.
I have to ask, what happened to disabled toilets?
In town today:
– a car on fire (well, newly extinguished)
– two arrests (possibly a driving offence and, separately, a shoplifter)
– embarrassing bodies filming
– a photo shoot near the castle
– an ex-wife
And I’m sure I’ve forgotten something (possibly an ex or two).
I live on a busy main road. It’s seldom quiet, usually only in extreme weather conditions.
Or during the occasional zombie apocalypse.
Or at some silly time on a Sunday morning.
I do love the Central Bar.
But.
The service was incredibly bad this afternoon. My second in command hadn’t been served after 15 minutes, even though the bar wasn’t busy. The staff were a bit weird when my second in command commented on the service. As an observer, I noticed weird bar discrimination, ie blokes were getting served first.
So we left.
This is day three of fog. How is it that virtually the whole of the UK had nice weather over the weekend while it was dank and miserable here?
To illustrate, a picture of my street this morning.
As a result of the weather, I hardly left the house. But a nice fire meant that the house was snug.
Actually, most of my weekend was spent messing about with computers. But the new computer is now up and running and the old one (which isn’t old at all) has been relocated to another room. It had been destined for the bin, but I managed to find the cause of its regular blue screens.
There’s not a lot inside a computer these days.
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This man has really badly dyed hair. A most unnatural shade of red – its brightness isn’t quite captured here.
He pays attention to detail though; his moustache was the same colour.
Just been talking to a man in the toilets in the Tuns. He has red eyes. I don’t mean the white bits. The middle. Creepy.
The woman roughly in the middle of the picture is Angela. Otherwise known as ill mannered, opinionated, self centred obnoxious bitch.
I’m not exaggerating. The woman managed to piss off a lot of people on an overly full train this afternoon. Myself included.