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06/01/2004: "Moon-faced brat."
While walking towards Tesco's today I noticed that a boy ahead of me had dropped a penny. I picked up the coin and called out to him. He turned to face me, held his hand out and, as I dropped the coin into has palm, gave me about as sullent,- with as much energy as he could muster - very sullen look indeed. His grimace was emphasised by his brutish Chav looks, two giant eyes adrift in a sea of fat pretending to be a face,
It wasn't a sullen look followed by a bedgrudging 'thank you'; I got now gratitude at all. Indeed, apart from his act of turning and gurning, I recieved no acknowledgement whatsoever.
Fuck man. Why can't bosses leave their workers alone?
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on Wednesday, June 2nd, COCKLES said
Where was this. I was in Izzy Sainsburys last Thursday night when two West Indian chavs started a fight.
Guy chases younger chav into 'burys after he dissed his sister. Cue: 10 mins of intelligable banter before any action commenced.
on Wednesday, June 2nd, IDgaf said
It was outside London.
That night I dreamt I was walking around a physical level of Half Life 2. It was a hospital-cum-butcher's shop.
Metal operating tables, green tiled walls, sausages on hooks, black puddings and packs of blood for transfusion.
Today I realised the severed head I saw - bloated and floating in a large jar - belonged to the child I wrote about.
That surprised me.