Angry People All Over London Town

Miraculously it was a fairly nice morning today. The air was warm and sun was from time to time poking through the clouds. I couldn’t help but feel in a good mood as I wandered around the Park breathing in the polluted London air!

Life was good, life was sweet…nothing was going to spoil my good mood. Even when the two grim faced fat ladies looked at me like I was some kinda freak – I guess your not allowed to smile in the park – my fantastic mood wasn’t going to be destroyed…no fucking way!

Even though I can’t run due to a calf injury, that hasn’t stopped me from carrying on with my exercise routine. And thankfully due to the healing hands of my African Princess I can now almost power walk. Nothing is going to stop me getting back into serious shape…

Suddenly the peace, quiet and calm of the park was destroyed by a low life. You know the type, always drunk, always with a can of cheap cider in their hand and always arguing with someone! Mr Angry was shouting and swearing at a female friend of his. The f-word was used a lot, along with pikey and slut.

Mr Angry carried on his rant for a considerable length of time. I had done lap of the park and he was still going crazy. Two other drunk low life’s were also sitting on the park bench next to the woman by this time, who seemed oblivious to anything! And the worst thing, was that  all this was going on within hearing range of a children’s play park, where there were quite a few children enjoying themselves.

It beats me why if the park gardeners are too afraid to do their job and ask the drunks to leave, why can’t they call the police. Not important enough for the cops I can imgaine! You can’t go interupting their next cup of tea!

Just another angry drunk who is a danger to himself and society. When I walked past Mr Angry on the way out of the park I got a close up look of him, he looked like a real maniac. If I become like that at 50 something years old … someone please shoot me and put me out of my misery!

Yesterday morning at around 10am I was walking home from the Post Office delivery office after collecting package that I had missed, when I encountered a couple arguing very loudly in the street. Or I should say a guy going berserk at what I presume was his girlfriend or by the sounds of things his ex-girlfriend. Mr Angry was like a hysterical little bitch! I sat myself down on a wall close by, just in case I had to intervene.

Mr Angry ranted on for a good solid 10 minutes. Saying the shame shit, over an over again. So what if you have been dumped Mr Angry, you probably deserved it. Get a life and get on with your fucking life … don’t be make an even bigger fool of yourself in public. Eventually Mr Angry, ran out of breath and his ex-woman drove off in her car. What is it with some people when a relationship ends, its like the end of the world, but worse! What are they afraid of…

On Sunday evening I was sitting on the 98 bus heading back to Kilburn from an adventure when a teenage girl started turning the upper deck of the bus blue with her foul language. She was talking to a friend about a guy she use to go out with … WTF. Did I, did anyone on the bus want to know that her ex was a bastard, that he lied, and cheated on her. Isn’t that what teenage boys do?

It beats me why Ms Angry had to punch the bus window and the seat in front of her on numerous occasions … WTF! I reckon she has to cut back on the Cola and Smarties, she was fucking crazy! Because of those do gooders and the PC Brigade and how they have messed up society, if I asked the young girl to calm down I would have probably ended up getting arrested.

At least once a week and I really do mean every week, a woman who lives in the building next door to where I live starts shouting, swearing and going crazy at her partner. She is fiery as hell. Thankfully the arguments don’t last long, perhaps 5-10 minutes. I don’t know why or how people can live like that?

It seems there are a lot of angry people in London. People that only know how to express themselves through shouting, swearing, and being overly aggressive. Is sitting down and talking about things in a mature manner such a difficult thing to do?

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