There Ain't Half Been Some Clever Bastards (Lucky Bleeders)
Last night, as Dearest and I were walking along a suburban street in North Manchester, a car slowed down as it passed us from behind. The pimply, shaven-headed adolescent driving turned to us and said: "fish fingers" - with a sneer !!
Have us forty-somethings missed something ? Does this phrase - when uttered in the deeply ironic tones we were subjected to actually mean something ? It surely must because the baseball-capped little tw*t drove off sniggering with his sychophantic acolyte guffawing in the passenger seat.
Please let me know. I really would hate to have been left behind culturally.
What is frightening though is that I was filled with an uncontrollable rage. If I had caught him I would probably have beaten him to death: and quite rightly. I'm sure I would have been acquitted by a jury of my peers.
"Why did you attack the pimply youth with such verocity ?"
"Your Honour, he offended me deeply with the unprovoked comments he made to my wife and I".
"And these comments were......?"
"Fish fingers M'Lud".
"Then I find no case to answer - hang the little bastard !!"
Perhaps it was one of these wastes of space ?? Ahh yes. Where we live we really do understand that Society has dealt them a poor hand and that they should be helped as much as possible. Whereas kids who were born and raised two doors away from them are subjected to deterrants such as student loans when they try to educate themselves.
Its a mad, mad, mad, mad world.
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