My Dad used to be a teacher at a secondary school I have the utmost respect for him for doing that cos kids can be tw@ts.
I was walking through town with the beagle in a daft pair of jogging suit bottoms. There was this bunch of boys standing opposite the refugee lady that sells the Big Issue outside Marks and Sparks. One was trying to take the piss out of the creative way she sings the "Big Issu-u-ue" and being down right rude and racist. She looked really uncomfortable.
I stared at him a while then asked the little shit head if he thought he was funny and asked him who he was trying to impress cos infact he just looked pathetic and everyone was laughing at him cos he looked like some thick stupid unimaginative kid and obviously has no mates.(the ones with him were sat on the bench with their hoods up.)
The best he could come back with was to call me a "big red head" which I didnt really get.I asked him if that was the best he could do cos surely my trousers were funnier than the fact I have a healthy complexion. He looked puzzled. I told him to get a life.I have never wished for Jeremy to cock his leg and pee on his trainers as much as I did at that moment but alas he had just done one outside Adams.
Could you imagine working with idiots like that everyday and putting up with all that shit? I came home, told my Dad how impressed I am that he taught and put up with all of that for over 30 years. I think I will buy him a pint after work.
TJ hughes have that olay regenerist gubbins in for £6 at the mo and apri stuff well cheap too. They also have St Tropez in, but regardless of hype I dont like it.
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Good on ya.
Those juvenile tossers that you see on Mill St give me the s**ts!
I wish I'd been there to see it!
I alway pass tossers like that at the underpass at the end of middlewood way when I'm running, they can be really intimidating, you are very brave.x
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