Or maybe the fatties got their revenge..
So a story or simply a description of someones body language..Be..ing...
About fifteen years ago i was on a coach with my lass on a trip. In front was a fairly beautifulish youngish foreign woman...and my policy was always strike up conversation with any young woman especially if not British as my lass may enjoy and learn from different social constructs...
The conversation commenced, Portuguese.. very happy to speak with us..on a touristsish trip, and inevitably it comers to "so what do you do then"
" at law school in Lisbon year three"
A little bit of riffing upon personal 'insight' into the Portuguese legal system -not interesting..
" But can i ask you a question about your course...in the civillegal work you learn and job-experience already on...... do you deal with civil claims?... a fattie trips over a corner of a pavement and sues the council for a new life... claims for money after naughty uncalled for sexy stuff at work? ... someone eats a peanut in a restaurant and expects a payout if they happen to have some reaction... a doctor gives the wrong pills so thats a defo million quid...?"
Her posture stiffens and her back arches and eyebrows raise in the middle in that lovely way when someone hasnt the first idea what you are talking about
" what are you talking about?"
So, walking down through the duckpond.. today... down from the worst 'services' in the world, at lunchtime...
Families gathered... a few truly fat fatties noticed out of the corner of my eye...but one doesnt wish to notice them it is so ugly and everywhere... i respect anyones right to be a tub of lard, waddling or motorised... but i dont have to look at it all day as being of quite good humanist insight and intuition i know that 99.9 % deep down are explosively angsty... (you really dont want to do their legal cases... they can never ever compromise -[ which is what almost all law is based on unless simple axe murdering or nickin..]... with biccies either of course)
And out of the blue my left hand is ferociously gobbled up...almost...
In fact if the audio were played in court it would be 50 grand for trauma...
[XXX insert audio..]
audio only on as i walked back from earlier online access .. because i really really do wish to get a dozen last few strands woven back in and i largely carry things around in my head - even from 3 weeks ago and i STILL havent finished the 13 July section..in fact most of july needs bits adding in... so whilst dashing down...(ahh two birds with one stone - one of those vids taken yesterday eve... did have a wonky knee.... but even when really quite still, obviously puffed up ... their posh poor-me word 'inflamed'... MARCH..march the fucker back to working...and guess what it works! just like mother nature intended and actually MADE us...all ... whom have ever existed...)
So, a sound like the hounds of the baskervilles as it grabs my wrist/ hand... under cctv and 20 people witnessed...
me shake the big fierce bugger off far too busy trying to get this load of rubbish finished..
But.. even if so fat quite unpleasant even to attempt to address loudly back o heir bench wtih a smile...: "dont worry i NEVER sue...could have for millions had i wished in the past... yes blood but its ok I am fit...[ unlike you, not said].."
Almost all one gets back as if some woke Guardian reader - only thing this lot read for aeons their phones.. auto response "hes a rescue,,,from Cyprus"
Thing is.. the two mums.. expensive bicycles for their young children around...three.. their picnic things laid out ell off enough...i mean one would assume they were even human..
Now all i can say is i am a fool, with such evidence ..well i could pay for a decade of expenses...
£10 a week data ..
£20 a week fuel to charge batteries ONLY used on this and one other small wish...but ... i only get metaphorically snoop-cocked..
£100 a year URL charges.. (over several sites)
But i cannot be bought, only paid if i am known to be if real use..
silly me i near forgit...TWO decisions...
But why bodily works...
cos there i am a bit of low nutrition grub...
walking neigh skipping up the street - the steep bit..
AND....BIN! GO....
longtime that has been on my PR clickbait list but a bit crass....UNLESS...
And it connected just like that...
why...
hurt onesself.... for clicks and getting noticed...
At last a final small pesky rusty lock the key went and flew down from the sky as if a second hand bag of confetti