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S email to me from The land down under.
No, it’s not the name of some avant-garde prog-rock ensemble who I’ve just
seen support the Manic Street Preachers, but rather an accurate description
the angry tramps that hang around Newtown train station where SH
waits to catch a train home from my flat. One individual in particular (who
entered the platform sporting a pair of trainers that hung like a
couple of leather turds about his portly shell-suited frame) had an interesting
line in small talk. It went thus:
Tramp: “I spose any of you fuckers won’t give me a fucking light you
CUNTS?!?!?!”
Public: ::silence::
Tramp: ::turning around as though someone just threw a chip at his
head::
“What’s that? She’s with Saddam… HUSSEIN?!?!
Public: ::maintaining the fifth amendment::
::Tramp starts to approach SH and I (I’ve become more of a magnet
to these cunts than you) as the Train arrives. Sheila gets on as the tramp
squares up to me breathing heavily. I turn around and decide to get on
the train with Sheila as the next stop is just as close to my flat. As I
board, the tramp, who obviously feels he’s entitled to some sort of closure on
the Saddam situation lets rip::
Tramp: “That’s it. You fucking. I don’t care about the fucking pebble
in your eye.”
Care in the community’s a wonderful thing.