Occasionally, when visiting a shop. An urchin has left his bike lying on the ground right in front of the door. I can’t get in. I suppress the urge to stamp my foot through the spokes (or spoges as some folk insist on calling them)
Part of me thinks; What self centred little so and so’s. They don’t consider that other people need to get into the shop. When they come out I’m going to smash their bike over their head!
Another part of me thinks. Aww, the little tykes! They were so excited, zooming over to the shops to buy Victory V’s and Curly Wurly’s. They forgot to leave their bike in a convenient place! When they come out I’ll smash their bike over their head. That’ll learn ‘em.
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A more recent scourge of the shop doorway are those 4X4 prams
I blame the parents.
I blame the grandparents
One does feel that getting High on a full packet of Victory Vs is enough to loosen the tongue of even the most stubborn prisoner. I have heard that it has the potent ingredients to make Hollywood actors attack the Jewish community with gay abandon, as it were. Unable to control themselves or their bladder, jacked up on Victory Vs causes symptons not unlike that of PCP in its victims. Tragic
I would put a bit of sheng into every Victory V's. That would really be giving the "V's" to the British public.
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