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oops, seem to have given this thread the kiss of death... so off home... but am just going to vent here (from my blog, this happened ooh, 2 mins ago):
"Realising rather embarrassingly that I'm clocking up the cash in a netcaff and don't actually have any money on me, I pop out to the cashpoint. Feeling rather vulnerable getting money out on a noisy street at 2am, hear a gang of very drunk and lairy lads approach. They've been yelling and wandering up and down the street for 15 mins or so shouting about some bloke who was looking at their birds, and how they're going to find him and punch his fucking lights out, etc. etc.
So not feeling in the mood to answer back when they wander past me muttering about how I should go home with the rest of the Arabs (!?!? *rollseyes* Note: am not remotely Arabic in appearance. Guess we can take 'Arabs' to equal non Aryan-gobshite-wanker in this instance). Grr. Just occasionally want to be built like a brick shithouse and/or have that 'don't mess withe me' attitude going."
and on that cheery note, nnight all. |
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Now its ony on one side of a copy of Bourrough's Wrinkled Earlobes cassette.)