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deathboyalmost forgot the minor fun on the tube on the way home.
walked into the tube car, flapping in the breeze in my matrixy rubber trenchcoat (ten quid from muji, winner!) to see, as one gets sensitive to seeing, a few wankers pointing and staring.
listening to prodigy on the treo, not too bothered.
started reading.
eventually, my peripheral vision is full of flickers, so I turn round, frankly *expecting* to see a bunch of wankers pointing at me.
imagine my suprise when they ARE.
imagine THEIR suprise when I take off my headphones and just STARE at them.
so very fucking hard THEY were.
shut the fuck up, sharpish, and sheepishly went back to mumbling to each other.
Which was not the end of it.
because, and this I really hate, they weren't english, so there weren't talking in english.
I don't give a fuck where you're from. Anyone who speaks more than their native tongue knows the experience of hearing things said by people who don't realise you understand them.
So it goes that I hear a few choice phrases that I understand from these apparently greek arseholes that I picked up from friends of mine who worked in a kebab shop.
I've already taken off my cans because, when drunk and pissy, I don't intend to let people think I'm choosing not to hear what they say in ENGLISH, then the body language alone (you know, pointing and staring is universal, without a mixture of greek and english cursewords) says "we're taking the piss! HELLO!!"
So, again (and can't normally do this unless I'm drunk, I'm too fucking polite) I look, SLOWLY round at them. Turn my head and STOP. The volume drops and the two monkeys stop gesticulating and go silent, then, after a moment, look away from me.
WANKERS.
There's nothing so fucking weak as ripping the piss if you're too scared to shout up to someone's face, except using the mask of another language to think the other person doesn't realise what's going on.
Even if I *didn't* have a smattering of swearwords in a million languages, I could tell you were being dicks in my direction, you tossers.
Again, they shut the fuck up and looked away.
Fucking pussies.
For anyone that (like me) feels intimidated by wankers, given that you DO take the risk of having to back it up, 9 times out of 10, mammals don't like being stared down and go into instinctive retreat.
Once they've looked away *once*, you've pretty much got 'em.
Twice and they're shitting themselves.
Pansy arsed little bastards.
I wish they HAD more confidence. A little friendly violence would have got my adrenaline right going.
walked into the tube car, flapping in the breeze in my matrixy rubber trenchcoat (ten quid from muji, winner!) to see, as one gets sensitive to seeing, a few wankers pointing and staring.
listening to prodigy on the treo, not too bothered.
started reading.
eventually, my peripheral vision is full of flickers, so I turn round, frankly *expecting* to see a bunch of wankers pointing at me.
imagine my suprise when they ARE.
imagine THEIR suprise when I take off my headphones and just STARE at them.
so very fucking hard THEY were.
shut the fuck up, sharpish, and sheepishly went back to mumbling to each other.
Which was not the end of it.
because, and this I really hate, they weren't english, so there weren't talking in english.
I don't give a fuck where you're from. Anyone who speaks more than their native tongue knows the experience of hearing things said by people who don't realise you understand them.
So it goes that I hear a few choice phrases that I understand from these apparently greek arseholes that I picked up from friends of mine who worked in a kebab shop.
I've already taken off my cans because, when drunk and pissy, I don't intend to let people think I'm choosing not to hear what they say in ENGLISH, then the body language alone (you know, pointing and staring is universal, without a mixture of greek and english cursewords) says "we're taking the piss! HELLO!!"
So, again (and can't normally do this unless I'm drunk, I'm too fucking polite) I look, SLOWLY round at them. Turn my head and STOP. The volume drops and the two monkeys stop gesticulating and go silent, then, after a moment, look away from me.
WANKERS.
There's nothing so fucking weak as ripping the piss if you're too scared to shout up to someone's face, except using the mask of another language to think the other person doesn't realise what's going on.
Even if I *didn't* have a smattering of swearwords in a million languages, I could tell you were being dicks in my direction, you tossers.
Again, they shut the fuck up and looked away.
Fucking pussies.
For anyone that (like me) feels intimidated by wankers, given that you DO take the risk of having to back it up, 9 times out of 10, mammals don't like being stared down and go into instinctive retreat.
Once they've looked away *once*, you've pretty much got 'em.
Twice and they're shitting themselves.
Pansy arsed little bastards.
I wish they HAD more confidence. A little friendly violence would have got my adrenaline right going.
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Date: 2004-09-16 06:17 pm (UTC)