After an enjoyable enough weekend I am thrown headlong back into the grim old shitehouse that constitutes the working week. With it comes the nagging feeling that after a weekend of being given the benefit of the doubt, the world has simply regrouped in an alleyway somewhere and is ready to pounce and give you a good hard boot in the pods. Needless to say I hate you all. (in the kindest possible fashion)
Am I wrong is suggesting that taking a walk of an evening with ones camera and taking the odd photo is not an abnormal activity? If it is I shall give it up immediately. I mean, what kind of idiot spends £200 quid on a camera to take shots of anything other than hideous relatives and annoying friends at weddings/funerals/birthday parties...............?
The reason I ask is that for the second time in about a week, I have been accosted for using my camera. There I was, looking over North Kelvinside and Maryhill, a beautiful blood red sky before me. Perfect. Then from above...............
"Tell Us A Joke We Don't Know" (obviously an attempt at a non sequiter)
I look up, and theres some fucking goon and two women hanging out of a tenement window. Unlike the encounter on the canal bank, this arse was a) middle class, educated and fucking full of himself and b) too much of a creep and a coward to do anything other than bray like a wounded public schoolboy from his top floor window. I wandered off realising I wouldn't get any peace. I stopped for a few seconds to look at 'what I could have won' with regard to the sky in front of me, only to be chased on with a shout by some bint of 'Aw look, he's a romantic'. Fucking pricks. Drown the bastards at birth......................
This is where I sign off for another three days. I'm still apoplectic. I shouldn't be, but I am. There are cunts in this world who have no right to draw breath. To the dick at the window tonight, I hope you got laid. I also hope it was by your sister and your cousin.
Shitbag!!
6 comments:
Maybe it's a Glasgow thing?
When I was much younger, I went through a phase of being into photography, and I remember well the shite I used to get off people.
What you should have done, right, was take a picture of the cunt.
At the very least you could have posted his picture on here for some righteous piss taking. But ideally he'd have got so pissed off at your cheek, he'd have came downstairs to sort you out. Which is when you would have pushed him in the canal.
Which would have made a great picture too.
A win-win situation, if you will.
bpm (can I call you that?)I think it's partly to do with Glasgow. I think it's mainly just bad luck though.
If only I had taken a shot of him. It would have gone very nicely with the blog entry. I doubt he'd have come down stairs. He was just a wee boy really. If i'd felt like disturbing the peace i'd have told him and his companions to take a flying fuck to themselves, but it would have served no purpose other than to prolong the 'mockery'.
Alas, there was no canal. That was a previous incident. Not to worry though, there will be other chances..............
ARRRGH Ill Man. You tit! Bulletproof Monkey is right you should have got his picture!
Oi! Easy there Clairwil. I know I should have snapped the dolt, I acknowledged as much in my reply. The things we'd all do with hindsight.
I see Bulletproof Monkey is none other than the artist formerly known as 'Bawbag'. A fine and timely name change sir. Never felt comfortable referring to anyone as 'Bawbag'.
Bawbag was funny for about...ooh, 3 seconds, now I'm somewhat stuck with it, but at least I can change my screen name. Frequently, as you can see.
I think I must have imagined the canal being there from an earlier post of yours. Oh well.
I get the same questions when I go out with the camera. Neds turn into mini journalists with their ...
'What you got there?'
'Why?'
'What do you with the pictures?'
What are you taking a picture of that for?....you wanna take a picture of this'
You come to expect the questions from kids that have a bigger shoe size than their IQ but when you start getting the same questions from adults who should know better you do start to think maybe I'm not normal. Some people just give you that look as they pass by, the look where they stare at the camera before looking you up and down but don't say anything, others give you the third degree. One of these nights I'm going to be trempted to question the reasoning behind why they chose to go out for a walk.
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