I have been far more on the alert than I've ever been in recent years, especially everytime I'm out and in a way, I guess its good practice for me as far as my observation skills are concerned. Questionable youths dressed in hoodies congregating in groups of 10 or so notwithstanding, I do get by without much trouble, getting out of the way of possible nasty encounters and such and generally keeping a low low low profile.
Bumped into the 'housemate' last night as he came in through the door:
Alright?
Further eavesdropping revealed that his ex wife also threatened him with a golf club. How exciting.Been at the police station for the past two hours.
Oh...*raises eyebrow discreetly* nothing serious I hope.Its my son. He accuses me of hitting him... *colourful litany of swears*
And now I'm suddenly reminded of another encounter at the train station:
*I walked up onto the platform and was approached by a gruff looking middle aged man, the very in-your-face kind*
And so I got a bottle of Coca Cola. Which I put into the rubbish bin at my station stop. I'm not a particularly trusting person. I think on the whole, I was almost about to put his face into the ground regardless of the security cameras on the platform but I then remembered that this was how people in the UK talk. I suppose it was his way of being nice in return for a favour.Hey can you look after my bags for me? I'm just going across to get some cigarettes.
Okay *goes to buy my tickets at the machine*Hey, I said look after my fucking bags for me, you fucking geezer. What do you want? I'll give you a cigarette.
Okay I will, just let me get my ticket first. No I don't smoke.Look after my fucking bags for me. I'm watching you. I'll get you a coke. You want a coke?
*bemused* No I don't want a coke thank you. I'll look after your bags for you.Oh and today, a lady approached me as I was nearing the station and started on a massive roundabout story involving how she closed the boot of her car with her keys inside and that she lived far away in London before I had to ask "Do you need some money?". So there's 20 quid to her which I have my doubts of seeing again. She did leave me her number and said that she'll meet me at the station at six tomorrow. She seemed genuine enough. As with most British, there's always something for me:
I'll give you chocolates and / or flowers etc. Just tell me what you want okay, okay, okay? okay??
I guess there's always karma if I don't get my money back...No thank you I'm fine. Just return my money.
I shall go to bed. Another day braving the thugs of reality tomorrow. Woo hoo~
Currently listening to: RJD2 - Since We Last Spoke
