Boot Hill
Never have I succumbed speedilier to Massacre Fatigue than with the late Derrick Bird's Horror Shooting Rampage. One minute I'm watching the shit being beaten out of abseiling Israeli commandos in the Gaza Flotilla Raid, the next the TV's interminably tuned oop 't Cumbria way and authentic inarticulate witnesses sharing their experiences with many a 'know what I mean?' and that ghastly Americanical 'like' that I can't seem to like dislodge from my younger jewel's like vocab ... 'like'. Let me at least save us all the long nightmare of endless fumbling psychobabble into what 'motivated' Birdie to embark on that traveling fusillade: Luverly fotos for the blog. Whee - graffiti rules. That morning dream over, spring from the four-poster for a damn'd good breakfast of bacon and eggs, kedgeree, toast and marmalade, lashings of coffee. Then on with the Caregiver Frock and face the numbing knackering stress-mess nadir of a day ahead. Loipon, no more burbling and wittering on about: Honestly, the pathetic shrink-speke conjecture they peddle to keep the meedja and psycho-burblers in business and bubbly Gaza Aid ~ Speaking of abseiling Israelis, thank Yahweh that it didnt happen a few weeks earlier when our own fair isle was hosting the Albert Cohen festival for which creme-de-la-creme Jewish diplocracy had flown in from every direction. Oy poh poh, as they say down the tabernacle - you do realise that the whole thing would have collapsed as the senior guests did an about-turn and attended to more maritime matters. Close shave. Doing a Birdie on a dozen or so innocents
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I was in front of a large new car cycling to a meeting at Warwick. The driver abruptly hoots at me, mainly, though I don't really understand, for being in front of him. He had to die of course. As I left Euston station a man in his thirties with an earphone and a sagging shirt muttered 'Idiot!' I was cycling slower than he was walking. 'F*ck off' he muttered not even glancing askance as he scurried by' I was puzzled but - he had to die too. This morning on New Street concourse. A man walked by trailing a loose lace. 'Excuse me, your shoelace's undone' I called, 'Piss off' he says not looking at me." He died swiftly and then I saw all these other people..
You are so good. That is a true Badass comment and I am still picturing the scene with 'those who had to die'.
When you and i are finally tracked down to our rogue male foxhole - cyclists, nouvelle voiturists and loose-lacers strewn across the killing fields - the shrinks can pounce on this blog and go 'see? told you so ... and struth, look at this 'democracy street' stuff ... how come no one read the signs sooner?'. teasing.
oh did you see that a 'week of rage' was declared after Abseilgate? i just hooted - what a lovely concept. seems that derrick took it a little too seriously.
again, great comment.
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