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I've just finished a national diploma in moving image, and all this week at the main college site (us media/music students go somewhere else for our lessons, a good 20 minutes from the main site, we're like outcasts) they've got all the art/design/fashion/photography/media students' work up. My parents were interested in seeing my work, so I got the night off from work (my first day off in 7 months) and we went down into town at about 6.
Stupid rain. Anyway, we get off the metro and I'm ahead of my parents, going up the esculator, when I see some radgie scum hanging around at the top, asking everyone that goes past if they could "borrow" 20p. While he's bothering the guy ahead of me, I walk past but he just catches me and asks me if he can borrow 20p, while his goons sit back. I blank him, he shouts the usual "How!" crap (radgie speak for "hello, good sir, I want your attention") as he takes a few steps towards me.
I turn around while I keep walking and shoot him a "Who the hell are YOU?" look, and he gets even angrier and starts shouting more and following me. Just as my fists are clenching, I turn around and he's already lost interest and has run back to his boyfriends to talk about how he was going to kill me. OK, so he had two or three mates with him, but they were standing at the top of some stairs, would've been very easy to knock them down and deal with laughing boy.
Seriously, what kind of world do we live in where I have to take crap from some 17/18 year old drop out who's wearing a baseball cap?
Anyway, my parents catch up and we walk to the college, have a wander around trying to find where they're showing our videos. Meet my friend Mick, who tells me they just showed mine on the projection screen. Bah. So I go in, stick the video on one of the VCRs for my parents, but with everyone talking and the sound from the other monitors, they can't hear anything, and I'm not allowed to put it on the main project again since other videos have to be shown.
And to make matters worse, I was told the video with my re-edited credits would be available for me to put on. Only it wasn't. I have a copy at home, but I was told I wouldn't need it since ALL the videos would be at the show. Then I get told only about 6 or 7 project videos are there. Out of, what, 15 or so people on the course? Pft.
So after about 10 minutes of talking to some mates, I dragged my parents out and we walked back. Although I'd calmed down and didn't want any trouble, I was almost disappointed when I saw laughing boy wasn't still at the metro station. Even if I could've just said something to him, belittled him in front of his caveman friends, it would've been a victory for decent people.
When I get back my mates at work start giving me dodgy calls on my mobile and home number, asking what my favourite scary movie is. Good to know they're thinking about me, even when I'm not there.
Now I've gotta set up a VCR downstairs to show my parents my video with decent sound. And I've got to use some sort of electric rake or something in the garden tomorrow, then go to work as usual. Bah.
What a waste of a day this has been.
Stupid rain. Anyway, we get off the metro and I'm ahead of my parents, going up the esculator, when I see some radgie scum hanging around at the top, asking everyone that goes past if they could "borrow" 20p. While he's bothering the guy ahead of me, I walk past but he just catches me and asks me if he can borrow 20p, while his goons sit back. I blank him, he shouts the usual "How!" crap (radgie speak for "hello, good sir, I want your attention") as he takes a few steps towards me.
I turn around while I keep walking and shoot him a "Who the hell are YOU?" look, and he gets even angrier and starts shouting more and following me. Just as my fists are clenching, I turn around and he's already lost interest and has run back to his boyfriends to talk about how he was going to kill me. OK, so he had two or three mates with him, but they were standing at the top of some stairs, would've been very easy to knock them down and deal with laughing boy.
Seriously, what kind of world do we live in where I have to take crap from some 17/18 year old drop out who's wearing a baseball cap?
Anyway, my parents catch up and we walk to the college, have a wander around trying to find where they're showing our videos. Meet my friend Mick, who tells me they just showed mine on the projection screen. Bah. So I go in, stick the video on one of the VCRs for my parents, but with everyone talking and the sound from the other monitors, they can't hear anything, and I'm not allowed to put it on the main project again since other videos have to be shown.
And to make matters worse, I was told the video with my re-edited credits would be available for me to put on. Only it wasn't. I have a copy at home, but I was told I wouldn't need it since ALL the videos would be at the show. Then I get told only about 6 or 7 project videos are there. Out of, what, 15 or so people on the course? Pft.
So after about 10 minutes of talking to some mates, I dragged my parents out and we walked back. Although I'd calmed down and didn't want any trouble, I was almost disappointed when I saw laughing boy wasn't still at the metro station. Even if I could've just said something to him, belittled him in front of his caveman friends, it would've been a victory for decent people.
When I get back my mates at work start giving me dodgy calls on my mobile and home number, asking what my favourite scary movie is. Good to know they're thinking about me, even when I'm not there.
Now I've gotta set up a VCR downstairs to show my parents my video with decent sound. And I've got to use some sort of electric rake or something in the garden tomorrow, then go to work as usual. Bah.
What a waste of a day this has been.
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You should go back to the metro station with a chainsaw and leather mask.
Then approach the radgies and laugh as you see them brown their panties when you start it up.
Then approach the radgies and laugh as you see them brown their panties when you start it up.
But... they'd beat me up. I could've mauled that piece of scum by himself, but in reality his mates would grab me, hold me down and they'd take turns kicking at my face until it resembled red cookie dough.
You should go back to the metro dressed as Robin and hunt the radgies down.
That would brighten up my day should I witness the events unfolding.
That would brighten up my day should I witness the events unfolding.
Thanks, Chipseh, makes me feel like I have a purpose.
And, Para, trust me, your days can't be anywhere near as dull as mine.
And, Azul... er. Yeah. I should've gone back with my robin mask and made them suffer.
And, Para, trust me, your days can't be anywhere near as dull as mine.
And, Azul... er. Yeah. I should've gone back with my robin mask and made them suffer.
At least you felt manly dressed up as Robin though, aye?
And victories for decent people seem to be ever increasingly rare.
And victories for decent people seem to be ever increasingly rare.
Your boring days are more exciting than my interesting ones.
*greyens*
*greyens*
Even if my life sucks at the moment, it's always nice to know that there's someone more depressed than me.
Cheers MoJo.
Cheers MoJo.
I've just finished a national diploma in moving image, and all this week at the main college site (us media/music students go somewhere else for our lessons, a good 20 minutes from the main site, we're like outcasts) they've got all the art/design/fashion/photography/media students' work up. My parents were interested in seeing my work, so I got the night off from work (my first day off in 7 months) and we went down into town at about 6.
Stupid rain. Anyway, we get off the metro and I'm ahead of my parents, going up the esculator, when I see some radgie scum hanging around at the top, asking everyone that goes past if they could "borrow" 20p. While he's bothering the guy ahead of me, I walk past but he just catches me and asks me if he can borrow 20p, while his goons sit back. I blank him, he shouts the usual "How!" crap (radgie speak for "hello, good sir, I want your attention") as he takes a few steps towards me.
I turn around while I keep walking and shoot him a "Who the hell are YOU?" look, and he gets even angrier and starts shouting more and following me. Just as my fists are clenching, I turn around and he's already lost interest and has run back to his boyfriends to talk about how he was going to kill me. OK, so he had two or three mates with him, but they were standing at the top of some stairs, would've been very easy to knock them down and deal with laughing boy.
Seriously, what kind of world do we live in where I have to take crap from some 17/18 year old drop out who's wearing a baseball cap?
Anyway, my parents catch up and we walk to the college, have a wander around trying to find where they're showing our videos. Meet my friend Mick, who tells me they just showed mine on the projection screen. Bah. So I go in, stick the video on one of the VCRs for my parents, but with everyone talking and the sound from the other monitors, they can't hear anything, and I'm not allowed to put it on the main project again since other videos have to be shown.
And to make matters worse, I was told the video with my re-edited credits would be available for me to put on. Only it wasn't. I have a copy at home, but I was told I wouldn't need it since ALL the videos would be at the show. Then I get told only about 6 or 7 project videos are there. Out of, what, 15 or so people on the course? Pft.
So after about 10 minutes of talking to some mates, I dragged my parents out and we walked back. Although I'd calmed down and didn't want any trouble, I was almost disappointed when I saw laughing boy wasn't still at the metro station. Even if I could've just said something to him, belittled him in front of his caveman friends, it would've been a victory for decent people.
When I get back my mates at work start giving me dodgy calls on my mobile and home number, asking what my favourite scary movie is. Good to know they're thinking about me, even when I'm not there.
Now I've gotta set up a VCR downstairs to show my parents my video with decent sound. And I've got to use some sort of electric rake or something in the garden tomorrow, then go to work as usual. Bah.
What a waste of a day this has been.
Stupid rain. Anyway, we get off the metro and I'm ahead of my parents, going up the esculator, when I see some radgie scum hanging around at the top, asking everyone that goes past if they could "borrow" 20p. While he's bothering the guy ahead of me, I walk past but he just catches me and asks me if he can borrow 20p, while his goons sit back. I blank him, he shouts the usual "How!" crap (radgie speak for "hello, good sir, I want your attention") as he takes a few steps towards me.
I turn around while I keep walking and shoot him a "Who the hell are YOU?" look, and he gets even angrier and starts shouting more and following me. Just as my fists are clenching, I turn around and he's already lost interest and has run back to his boyfriends to talk about how he was going to kill me. OK, so he had two or three mates with him, but they were standing at the top of some stairs, would've been very easy to knock them down and deal with laughing boy.
Seriously, what kind of world do we live in where I have to take crap from some 17/18 year old drop out who's wearing a baseball cap?
Anyway, my parents catch up and we walk to the college, have a wander around trying to find where they're showing our videos. Meet my friend Mick, who tells me they just showed mine on the projection screen. Bah. So I go in, stick the video on one of the VCRs for my parents, but with everyone talking and the sound from the other monitors, they can't hear anything, and I'm not allowed to put it on the main project again since other videos have to be shown.
And to make matters worse, I was told the video with my re-edited credits would be available for me to put on. Only it wasn't. I have a copy at home, but I was told I wouldn't need it since ALL the videos would be at the show. Then I get told only about 6 or 7 project videos are there. Out of, what, 15 or so people on the course? Pft.
So after about 10 minutes of talking to some mates, I dragged my parents out and we walked back. Although I'd calmed down and didn't want any trouble, I was almost disappointed when I saw laughing boy wasn't still at the metro station. Even if I could've just said something to him, belittled him in front of his caveman friends, it would've been a victory for decent people.
When I get back my mates at work start giving me dodgy calls on my mobile and home number, asking what my favourite scary movie is. Good to know they're thinking about me, even when I'm not there.
Now I've gotta set up a VCR downstairs to show my parents my video with decent sound. And I've got to use some sort of electric rake or something in the garden tomorrow, then go to work as usual. Bah.
What a waste of a day this has been.
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