Sometimes being in London is *brilliant!*

And today is not one of those times

Look, if just one more person says that my expression resembles that of Eyore I’m going to take that folding clothes horse and ram it right up their arse.


It’s raning.

Actually no, it’s absolutely pouring down.

It has been since about 04.30 – it’s now 20.30.

And people get more… antsy when it’s a day of heavy rain, such as today.

But that’s not why I’ve got it down on this place.

Did you know (you probably do) that London is full of rushing people?

I don’t suppose half of them could explain why they’re rushing, they just are. It’s sheep-like behaviour.

A large number of people have a sort of ‘hunted’ look in their eyes, it’s very noticeable as they dash about, rushing somewhere for no good reason.

But that’s not why I’ve got it down on London.

But when I was standing on the underground platform at St James’ Park station this evening I got totalled.

Not, as it stands, a good enough reason to be quite as grumpy as I feel.

However the guy who totalled me was blind.

White stick, no vision – I’ve been around blind people professionally in my social work days, I know a blind person when I see one.

He came down the steps at a jog and then – I’m not exaggerating – ran across the platform towards the underground train.

Ran across the platform straight in to my back.

I should be good here and say how brave he is, to have been running when he was unsighted.

Bollocks to that.

You wouldn’t put a blind person at the wheel of a car and tell them to drive fast down Victoria Street would you?

No – and you wouldn’t allow anyone to do that either.

But this blind running dude, that’s fucking dangerous behaviour.

Fortunately the person he totalled wasn’t a frail old lady with her bag-on-wheels.

It was me.

I helped the guy to his feet – he fair canoned right off me.

But that’s not the point.

The point is he was a fucking dangerous twat.

And that’s why I’m so grumpy.

Because I feel uncomfortable because a disabled person was such a twat.

So I’ve been comfort eating.

A pot noodle and a Cadbury’s Caramel.

And do you know what?

I don’t feel any better.


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12 Responses to Sometimes being in London is *brilliant!*

  1. Mya says:

    I’m not surpised you’re pissed off. Sounds like really dangerous behaviour. Have another Pot Noodle, mate.

    Mya x

    Hope the rain has stopped.

  2. Brennig says:

    Thanks Mya. You know what else I do when I’m in need of comfort? [leer] 🙂

  3. Amy says:

    *big, big, big hug*

  4. Brennig says:

    Thanks Amy. Sometimes not liking people isn’t as easy as it should be. I appreciate the hug.

  5. Citronella says:

    Comfort eating is just shit.

    I mean you feel awful and you tell yourself you’re going to comfort eat and you stuff yourself and you don’t feel anymore comforted and most likely you’re actually a bit nauseous*.

    And the next time around you need to be comforted?

    You just do it all over again.

    I’m starting to wonder if I should comfort eat to go over my annoyance at comfort eating.

    Anyhow. Being handicapped (disabled, whatever) has, alas, never prevented anybody from being an obnoxious moronic twat. Disabled people are, actually, exactly just like other people, except that there is a thing that’s rather basic for everybody else that they cannot do. (And that they can develop all kind of rejections / inferiority complex / whatever psychological problem from that, but honestly, it’s not like if you needed to be disabled to be able to feel diminished.) So why in hell do you feel bad?

    * Why is nauseous pronounced like noxious (where I live, at least) is beyond me.

  6. Trixie says:

    I really hate how people rush all the time in London, making YOU rush as well. I guess even the blind guy feels he has to!

  7. Harry says:

    London is indeed mayhem and Lord only knows it can be a nightmare but having worked there for twenty years I have to say that for me it is one of the most magical places on Earth.

    But sprinting blind people? That’s truly bonkers and vaguely spooky. Mind you Brennig nothing disturbs me so much as someone being able to gain comfort from a pot noodle??

  8. froggywoogie says:

    People with disability should be treated equally as the other ones, in every way: a stupid human being is still stuid, with a disability or not but I know it’s easier to be expressed like that on a blog comment rather than in real life.
    Stop comfort eating you’re only going to hate yourself, start drinking instead lol (kidding mate)

  9. Brennig says:

    Hiya Harry! Ahhh…. the comfort of a pot noodle. It’s food without having to think; just add hot water, wait, eat, feel guilty. 🙂

    London is a peculiar place but I’ll concede it has special qualities.

    froggywoogie… I must be unwell. I think I’m becoming teetotal without even trying!

  10. Brennig says:

    Citronella: You’re right. Comfort eating is shit. But we all do it. Probably. I know I do it and Soph does it too. 🙂

    Why is nauseous pronounced like noxious (where I live, at least) is beyond me.
    That’s just because of where you are. Try Aluminium and Nuclear too. 🙂

  11. cha0tic says:

    The correct answer is:
    “WHAT THE FUCK D’YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING? You want to look were you’re going. ARE YOU BLIND OR SOMETHING?”
    He repiles
    “Yes I am actually”
    Trying to make you feel bad.
    You reply.
    “Dare Devil might get away with that kind of shit. You obviously can’t. Have a care you Matt Murdock wannabee. I could’ve been a little old lady you nearly pushed under a train”

    “Watch it Mole-eyes. Or I’ll give you a grater and tell you it’s a braille book”

    Other useful phrases:
    “OI! You `Rasberry bastard, you just run over my foot. Watch where you’re going with that thing”
    “You know what I like about cunts in wheelchairs? I can push them around if they REALLY piss me off.”

  12. Brennig says:

    You see… There’s something wrong with me. No, there really is. Because I like these, cha0tic, I really like these. 🙂