Your enslavement to fashion will bring about your early demise

[hirez]

(And other McLuskey recordings)

Dear Bath-located black-clad fashionista, it was only your white blonde high-street-trendy haircut that stopped me parking my bike firmly in the cleft of your pert arse. Kindly carry a torch or something else reflective and therefore off-trend, so as to avoid further mishap.

Mind, there was some poor bugger in a voluminous hi-viz overcoat sitting on the pavement up the New Cheltenham Road and looking all freshly knocked-off, so if some cretin in an Espace wants to turn left, nowt'll stop 'em.

You know, I'm repeating old posts here. I'd bang on about jet-lag, but that would be a repeat, too.

Comments

[cybermule.livejournal.com]

I don't know - some things are just timelessly annoying. I think I've hit a point in life where I've lived long enough to have some continual themes of irritation (not indicating, dropping litter) but not so long that I don't notice myself banging on about them. It's probably called middle age, if I'm honest.