Out of tune

Quite, something that angers me, the waste and the pollution, the abuse and the sloth. A disgusting waste of space (age, perhaps 35 and IQ to match, 35 that is) moved over to the gate in Love Lane and opened his flies, and relieved himself in broad daylight; I mentioned as I passed this man, as he was breaking the law and the social law, in a place where children regularly use, that there was a public toilet less than 200 yards from where he was. His reply was that I should go forth and multiply, adding that I was a sanctimonous male appendage; to which I replied that he should check himself out in a mirror. He then suggested that I required him to beat my head in, to which I replied that I doubted he had the ability. He persisted in shouting oi at me as I continued walking, followed by various anglo saxon choice words. To which I sent a sailor s farewell. Needless to say that sorry individual went his merry way. I am not intimidated by such dismal examples of his specie, whatever that may be, it is certainly not human.

Blimey, treeve, you might do well to hold your tongue when confronted by a specimen like that, in future.

(What s a sailor s farewell? Is it a rude sign?)

Unfortunately, when something happens in our lives that is so traumatic, it changes us. What happens in movies, really is so. We become all the more so what, bring it on ; unfortunately most offensive people do not expect a bloke of my age to stand their ground, in the same way that most aggressive dogs react to direct confrontation, as such he thought I would disappear with a whimper. He thought wrong, and despite the fact that anglo-saxon is not my language of choice, I can give it, so they are able to understand that they have kicked the wall on that occasion. Yes, the sign is often the only one they realise that I am not going to give in easily.
I have found it to work in a number of hairy situations, when required. This is one OAP with attitude and no problems.