I MIGHT HAVE MENTIOned before, but I rather dislike some of the "customs" that the lower echelons of society seem to be adopting at times of distress, grief, boredom etc, but this latest craze to sweep through the grieving classes really grinds my gears.
Not content with festooning railway bridges with rotting bouquets of petrol station blooms and badly spelt graffiti (in the ubiquitous 'bubble' handwriting with love hearts and sad faces in place of jots and punctuation marks), the latest scourge of the grief jamboree has to be the **** CHINESE LANTERN!!!
What the hell??? Last week saw the Grief Express roll into Liverpool where hundreds of jobseekers dragged their sorry carcasses away from their sofas and The Jeremy Bloody Vyle show, and spent their giro on hundreds of these indiscriminate incendiary devices which they unleashed - willy nilly - across the north flippin west!
Now, the parents of some girl who's possibly gone overboard from HMS Mickey bloody Mouse have mounted a similar mass litter/fire bomb attack on the country!!!!!! TO LET HER KNOW THAT THEY'RE THINKING OF HER!!!!!!!!!!!! W T F???????
HOW ABOUT THEY GROW UP and start thinking about the people whose houses could burn down, or the owners of the livestock (and I've seen plenty of these) that end up crippled by the tangled wreckage of these wire contraptions that inevitably fall from the sky?????
The moment I hear about another of these tasteless, undignified and downright dangerous outpourings of mass hysteria, I plan to report it to the Police that an organised effort to distribute litter and endanger life is about to take place.
Makes my piss boil so it does.
