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I was walking through town today, thinking I might go to boots and try a fragrance. Some girl described Gucci 'pour homme' as smelling like sex. Only in a very good way. I was curious to investigate whether smelling like sex seemed like something I'd like to do.
My first instinct, being some way from boots, was not to bother. My second instinct was to think about all those girls who, apparently, like a man who smells of sex, and to put a little effort into my investigations.
As usual, there were bank-detail-stealing charity-nuisances lining the street, so I slipped into the crowd and kept my head down.
Suddenly, like the red sea before a soap-dodging greenpeace moses, the crowd parted, and I was stranded in the line of pestering.
Alas, you hero is a sucker of a nice-guy, and rather than just turning and running, I boldly tried to explain that I wasn't signing up to anything.
She accepted this premise, but sucked me into sales patter anyway. Little did she know that earlier that morning I had been discussing global warming with my barber, a committed sceptic, and I thwarted her every turn with doubts, disagreement and alternate views.
(Actually I didn't use any of the wisdom my barber had inserted in my brain, while attending to my head, but the warm-up served me valuably to flex my own views on the whole schenanigan.)
Did any of you see the recent documentary "The great global warming swindle"? It was a powerful - if occasionally flawed, sketchy and hypocritical - argument against the theory of global warming, and I, like many others, had been left uncertain of the truth in its wake.
According to my new greenpeace friend, who I was warming to (She didn't smell like a soap dodger. Though sadly she didn't smell of sex either. I considered asking her to join me in a coffee, but I doubt costa is rated much higher than starbucks by the committed), the documentary was half fabrication (with much of the backing evidence and research entirely made up) and half misrepresentation of the featured scientists' views - apparently they all wrote to greenpeace after the show to apologise, and explain that their interviews for the show were horribly twisted.
Essentially, the show was set out to be completely hollow, bogus trash, deemed invalid by anyone with any knowledge of the area.
Now, my normal reaction to such claims would be scepticism. But I quizzed my bedreadlocked acquaintance on her justifications for such outlandish claims, and she sounded like she'd done her research and investigated adequately. She also came across as very sincere.
Then again, as Jimmy Nail said, 'Don't believe the words of true believers' (worst mistake of my life buying that album).
So, to finally get to the point, Opinions - Is global warming scepticism a big lie or are the real liers the greenpeace crime lords who try to control our minds?
After we went our separate ways - me to the capitalist enterprises I'm indifferent to, her to the indifferently polluting targets of her bank-detail seeking enterprise (didn't quite work did it?) I stopped to buy a big issue. Clearly I'm a total sap for strangers stopping me in the street. I hand over £3, I think that's over twice the cover price, because I don't really care about the magazine, but I'm very supportive of people trying to build something for themselves.
I'm ready to breeze off feeling good about myself when the guy, after swiftly pocketing the loot, asks me for "Another three pounds please". I'm rather shocked.
"I'm sorry, those are all the coins I have on me" (True)
"I can change a note (etc etc etc)" - I very much doubt I'd actually get change, but regardless, his persistence is irritating me now.
I don't know if he's competing with the greenpeace girls for who can keep a sucker hanging around for longest, but now he has both hands on my arm and is telling me about nappies. Is there a homeless baby tramp? Surely he should be working selling magaines too?
It's quite a difficult situation. I don't entirely believe he has a family, but regardless, he's a guy in a tough situation trying to milk any help he's offered for all he can get.
But jeez, there's a limit to how much I'm prepared to lose in the street. Only when I've unpicked myself from his clutches and am making good my escape is there any expression of gratitude or goodwill.
I have no idea what to make of this at all. On one hand, I'm inclined to run away from him whenever I see him again, but then again, I can understand where he's coming from.
So I leave feeling bad about not helping the guy (I'm on a pretty comfortable salary now that I'm in a decent job, and feel very lucky to be where I am). Nevertheless I venture forth to Boots to test Gucci. It does smell a bit of sex, but in a good way. Very subtle, but apparently womens' sense of smell is better than mens.
I had a look for it in Savers. It wasn't there. I think I'll go dig it out on the internet.
I also tried to buy white trainers today. I came home with new brown trainers again. I have three pairs now (admittedly two of them are ready for the bin, but that's beside the point). I have neither black nor white trainers, and would like both. Instead I keep buying brown. I'm an idiot.
If the greenpeace chick had come for coffee with me, do you think we could ever have got past our differences in attitudes to polluting?
My first instinct, being some way from boots, was not to bother. My second instinct was to think about all those girls who, apparently, like a man who smells of sex, and to put a little effort into my investigations.
As usual, there were bank-detail-stealing charity-nuisances lining the street, so I slipped into the crowd and kept my head down.
Suddenly, like the red sea before a soap-dodging greenpeace moses, the crowd parted, and I was stranded in the line of pestering.
Alas, you hero is a sucker of a nice-guy, and rather than just turning and running, I boldly tried to explain that I wasn't signing up to anything.
She accepted this premise, but sucked me into sales patter anyway. Little did she know that earlier that morning I had been discussing global warming with my barber, a committed sceptic, and I thwarted her every turn with doubts, disagreement and alternate views.
(Actually I didn't use any of the wisdom my barber had inserted in my brain, while attending to my head, but the warm-up served me valuably to flex my own views on the whole schenanigan.)
Did any of you see the recent documentary "The great global warming swindle"? It was a powerful - if occasionally flawed, sketchy and hypocritical - argument against the theory of global warming, and I, like many others, had been left uncertain of the truth in its wake.
According to my new greenpeace friend, who I was warming to (She didn't smell like a soap dodger. Though sadly she didn't smell of sex either. I considered asking her to join me in a coffee, but I doubt costa is rated much higher than starbucks by the committed), the documentary was half fabrication (with much of the backing evidence and research entirely made up) and half misrepresentation of the featured scientists' views - apparently they all wrote to greenpeace after the show to apologise, and explain that their interviews for the show were horribly twisted.
Essentially, the show was set out to be completely hollow, bogus trash, deemed invalid by anyone with any knowledge of the area.
Now, my normal reaction to such claims would be scepticism. But I quizzed my bedreadlocked acquaintance on her justifications for such outlandish claims, and she sounded like she'd done her research and investigated adequately. She also came across as very sincere.
Then again, as Jimmy Nail said, 'Don't believe the words of true believers' (worst mistake of my life buying that album).
So, to finally get to the point, Opinions - Is global warming scepticism a big lie or are the real liers the greenpeace crime lords who try to control our minds?
After we went our separate ways - me to the capitalist enterprises I'm indifferent to, her to the indifferently polluting targets of her bank-detail seeking enterprise (didn't quite work did it?) I stopped to buy a big issue. Clearly I'm a total sap for strangers stopping me in the street. I hand over £3, I think that's over twice the cover price, because I don't really care about the magazine, but I'm very supportive of people trying to build something for themselves.
I'm ready to breeze off feeling good about myself when the guy, after swiftly pocketing the loot, asks me for "Another three pounds please". I'm rather shocked.
"I'm sorry, those are all the coins I have on me" (True)
"I can change a note (etc etc etc)" - I very much doubt I'd actually get change, but regardless, his persistence is irritating me now.
I don't know if he's competing with the greenpeace girls for who can keep a sucker hanging around for longest, but now he has both hands on my arm and is telling me about nappies. Is there a homeless baby tramp? Surely he should be working selling magaines too?
It's quite a difficult situation. I don't entirely believe he has a family, but regardless, he's a guy in a tough situation trying to milk any help he's offered for all he can get.
But jeez, there's a limit to how much I'm prepared to lose in the street. Only when I've unpicked myself from his clutches and am making good my escape is there any expression of gratitude or goodwill.
I have no idea what to make of this at all. On one hand, I'm inclined to run away from him whenever I see him again, but then again, I can understand where he's coming from.
So I leave feeling bad about not helping the guy (I'm on a pretty comfortable salary now that I'm in a decent job, and feel very lucky to be where I am). Nevertheless I venture forth to Boots to test Gucci. It does smell a bit of sex, but in a good way. Very subtle, but apparently womens' sense of smell is better than mens.
I had a look for it in Savers. It wasn't there. I think I'll go dig it out on the internet.
I also tried to buy white trainers today. I came home with new brown trainers again. I have three pairs now (admittedly two of them are ready for the bin, but that's beside the point). I have neither black nor white trainers, and would like both. Instead I keep buying brown. I'm an idiot.
If the greenpeace chick had come for coffee with me, do you think we could ever have got past our differences in attitudes to polluting?
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I was walking through town today, thinking I might go to boots and try a fragrance. Some girl described Gucci 'pour homme' as smelling like sex. Only in a very good way. I was curious to investigate whether smelling like sex seemed like something I'd like to do.
My first instinct, being some way from boots, was not to bother. My second instinct was to think about all those girls who, apparently, like a man who smells of sex, and to put a little effort into my investigations.
As usual, there were bank-detail-stealing charity-nuisances lining the street, so I slipped into the crowd and kept my head down.
Suddenly, like the red sea before a soap-dodging greenpeace moses, the crowd parted, and I was stranded in the line of pestering.
Alas, you hero is a sucker of a nice-guy, and rather than just turning and running, I boldly tried to explain that I wasn't signing up to anything.
She accepted this premise, but sucked me into sales patter anyway. Little did she know that earlier that morning I had been discussing global warming with my barber, a committed sceptic, and I thwarted her every turn with doubts, disagreement and alternate views.
(Actually I didn't use any of the wisdom my barber had inserted in my brain, while attending to my head, but the warm-up served me valuably to flex my own views on the whole schenanigan.)
Did any of you see the recent documentary "The great global warming swindle"? It was a powerful - if occasionally flawed, sketchy and hypocritical - argument against the theory of global warming, and I, like many others, had been left uncertain of the truth in its wake.
According to my new greenpeace friend, who I was warming to (She didn't smell like a soap dodger. Though sadly she didn't smell of sex either. I considered asking her to join me in a coffee, but I doubt costa is rated much higher than starbucks by the committed), the documentary was half fabrication (with much of the backing evidence and research entirely made up) and half misrepresentation of the featured scientists' views - apparently they all wrote to greenpeace after the show to apologise, and explain that their interviews for the show were horribly twisted.
Essentially, the show was set out to be completely hollow, bogus trash, deemed invalid by anyone with any knowledge of the area.
Now, my normal reaction to such claims would be scepticism. But I quizzed my bedreadlocked acquaintance on her justifications for such outlandish claims, and she sounded like she'd done her research and investigated adequately. She also came across as very sincere.
Then again, as Jimmy Nail said, 'Don't believe the words of true believers' (worst mistake of my life buying that album).
So, to finally get to the point, Opinions - Is global warming scepticism a big lie or are the real liers the greenpeace crime lords who try to control our minds?
After we went our separate ways - me to the capitalist enterprises I'm indifferent to, her to the indifferently polluting targets of her bank-detail seeking enterprise (didn't quite work did it?) I stopped to buy a big issue. Clearly I'm a total sap for strangers stopping me in the street. I hand over £3, I think that's over twice the cover price, because I don't really care about the magazine, but I'm very supportive of people trying to build something for themselves.
I'm ready to breeze off feeling good about myself when the guy, after swiftly pocketing the loot, asks me for "Another three pounds please". I'm rather shocked.
"I'm sorry, those are all the coins I have on me" (True)
"I can change a note (etc etc etc)" - I very much doubt I'd actually get change, but regardless, his persistence is irritating me now.
I don't know if he's competing with the greenpeace girls for who can keep a sucker hanging around for longest, but now he has both hands on my arm and is telling me about nappies. Is there a homeless baby tramp? Surely he should be working selling magaines too?
It's quite a difficult situation. I don't entirely believe he has a family, but regardless, he's a guy in a tough situation trying to milk any help he's offered for all he can get.
But jeez, there's a limit to how much I'm prepared to lose in the street. Only when I've unpicked myself from his clutches and am making good my escape is there any expression of gratitude or goodwill.
I have no idea what to make of this at all. On one hand, I'm inclined to run away from him whenever I see him again, but then again, I can understand where he's coming from.
So I leave feeling bad about not helping the guy (I'm on a pretty comfortable salary now that I'm in a decent job, and feel very lucky to be where I am). Nevertheless I venture forth to Boots to test Gucci. It does smell a bit of sex, but in a good way. Very subtle, but apparently womens' sense of smell is better than mens.
I had a look for it in Savers. It wasn't there. I think I'll go dig it out on the internet.
I also tried to buy white trainers today. I came home with new brown trainers again. I have three pairs now (admittedly two of them are ready for the bin, but that's beside the point). I have neither black nor white trainers, and would like both. Instead I keep buying brown. I'm an idiot.
If the greenpeace chick had come for coffee with me, do you think we could ever have got past our differences in attitudes to polluting?
My first instinct, being some way from boots, was not to bother. My second instinct was to think about all those girls who, apparently, like a man who smells of sex, and to put a little effort into my investigations.
As usual, there were bank-detail-stealing charity-nuisances lining the street, so I slipped into the crowd and kept my head down.
Suddenly, like the red sea before a soap-dodging greenpeace moses, the crowd parted, and I was stranded in the line of pestering.
Alas, you hero is a sucker of a nice-guy, and rather than just turning and running, I boldly tried to explain that I wasn't signing up to anything.
She accepted this premise, but sucked me into sales patter anyway. Little did she know that earlier that morning I had been discussing global warming with my barber, a committed sceptic, and I thwarted her every turn with doubts, disagreement and alternate views.
(Actually I didn't use any of the wisdom my barber had inserted in my brain, while attending to my head, but the warm-up served me valuably to flex my own views on the whole schenanigan.)
Did any of you see the recent documentary "The great global warming swindle"? It was a powerful - if occasionally flawed, sketchy and hypocritical - argument against the theory of global warming, and I, like many others, had been left uncertain of the truth in its wake.
According to my new greenpeace friend, who I was warming to (She didn't smell like a soap dodger. Though sadly she didn't smell of sex either. I considered asking her to join me in a coffee, but I doubt costa is rated much higher than starbucks by the committed), the documentary was half fabrication (with much of the backing evidence and research entirely made up) and half misrepresentation of the featured scientists' views - apparently they all wrote to greenpeace after the show to apologise, and explain that their interviews for the show were horribly twisted.
Essentially, the show was set out to be completely hollow, bogus trash, deemed invalid by anyone with any knowledge of the area.
Now, my normal reaction to such claims would be scepticism. But I quizzed my bedreadlocked acquaintance on her justifications for such outlandish claims, and she sounded like she'd done her research and investigated adequately. She also came across as very sincere.
Then again, as Jimmy Nail said, 'Don't believe the words of true believers' (worst mistake of my life buying that album).
So, to finally get to the point, Opinions - Is global warming scepticism a big lie or are the real liers the greenpeace crime lords who try to control our minds?
After we went our separate ways - me to the capitalist enterprises I'm indifferent to, her to the indifferently polluting targets of her bank-detail seeking enterprise (didn't quite work did it?) I stopped to buy a big issue. Clearly I'm a total sap for strangers stopping me in the street. I hand over £3, I think that's over twice the cover price, because I don't really care about the magazine, but I'm very supportive of people trying to build something for themselves.
I'm ready to breeze off feeling good about myself when the guy, after swiftly pocketing the loot, asks me for "Another three pounds please". I'm rather shocked.
"I'm sorry, those are all the coins I have on me" (True)
"I can change a note (etc etc etc)" - I very much doubt I'd actually get change, but regardless, his persistence is irritating me now.
I don't know if he's competing with the greenpeace girls for who can keep a sucker hanging around for longest, but now he has both hands on my arm and is telling me about nappies. Is there a homeless baby tramp? Surely he should be working selling magaines too?
It's quite a difficult situation. I don't entirely believe he has a family, but regardless, he's a guy in a tough situation trying to milk any help he's offered for all he can get.
But jeez, there's a limit to how much I'm prepared to lose in the street. Only when I've unpicked myself from his clutches and am making good my escape is there any expression of gratitude or goodwill.
I have no idea what to make of this at all. On one hand, I'm inclined to run away from him whenever I see him again, but then again, I can understand where he's coming from.
So I leave feeling bad about not helping the guy (I'm on a pretty comfortable salary now that I'm in a decent job, and feel very lucky to be where I am). Nevertheless I venture forth to Boots to test Gucci. It does smell a bit of sex, but in a good way. Very subtle, but apparently womens' sense of smell is better than mens.
I had a look for it in Savers. It wasn't there. I think I'll go dig it out on the internet.
I also tried to buy white trainers today. I came home with new brown trainers again. I have three pairs now (admittedly two of them are ready for the bin, but that's beside the point). I have neither black nor white trainers, and would like both. Instead I keep buying brown. I'm an idiot.
If the greenpeace chick had come for coffee with me, do you think we could ever have got past our differences in attitudes to polluting?
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