Le Weekend

[chaletian]

I forgot to mention an annoying occurrence of a few days ago. There I was bobbing home from work, down Manor Road, when I got caught up between two prepubescent girls who appeared to be drag racing with flatbed trolleys, plainly stolen from Homebase. They were fuck annoying and leaping about in the middle of the road like suicidal numpties and generally making a nuisance of themselves. Also, blatantly on their way to growing into full-blown chavdom, just to be a total snob. Anyway, fuck annoying girls.

The level crossing was down, so there was a queue of cars on the other side of the road. The FAGs had just whizzed past me, when some random woman sitting in her car rolled down the window, pinned me with a devastating glare, and said, “Are those trolleys going back?” My answer was a remarkably restrained, “I haven’t the faintest idea!” as I progressed on my way. But honestly! First, despite fuck annoyingness of flatbed-trolley-wielding miniature chavs, how bloody officious! And also, did she have the temerity to suppose I was actually connected in some way to those little hooligans? I mean, tchah! Not to say, flapdoodle!

But enough of such indignation. I joined the Brownies and a select coterie of Owls on a trip to the Imperial War Museum on Saturday, which was jolly fine, and the Brownies were quite remarkably sweet, and fantastically well-behaved, and I have to remind myself that Xanthe has a bursting-at-the-seams Owlery and will not require another. And, officially, I don’t like Brownies. I just got carried away. But yes, the museum was very good, and I think I must return one day without small children, the better to actually concentrate on the exhibitions (and, obviously, to go in the grown-up shop). Spent the evening with the counting for Old Maid going round in my head. And just writing that has put it back in for this morning’s entertainment. Dammit.

Sunday was a day full of nothingness. Had a lie-in. Went to Sainsbury’s but omitted to buy more milk, once again. Watched TV. For quite a long time.

Comments

[r-scribbles.livejournal.com]

You see? As irritating and obnoxious as Chavs and Chav-ettes are, stuck-up cul-de-sac busybodies are 100 times worse, because they think they're *better* than you, and like to remind you of this as often as possible. They also refuse to differentiate between any kind of younger person, so they do tend to assume that decent young(ish!) folk like you or I are With The Chav Massiv'.

I often get horrible blue-rinsers shouting at me because they just assume that horrible little pikey kids running around anywhere near me are mine. Excuse me? Do you see any Bling on these earlobes? Is there any hint of Burberry of Von Dutch about me? Am I wearing a tracksuit? The reason that these kids are running around chasing pigeons and talking to tramps is that their parents blatantly aren't there and don't give a rat's ass that their kids are practically holding a neon sign aloft saying 'please abduct me - nobody will notice!'

Oh dear, I went into another rant there. Muchos apologeias.

[xanantha.livejournal.com]

Ah, but a Puffin is always a welcome addition to the Owlery. I mean, do not forget we have a Nightingale and a Swallow and a Robin as well as the Owls... And we have a Barn Owl to be! Oh, the excitement!

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