Scarybirds

Just thought I hadnt been around on here for a while.

Did i miss anything earth shatteringly good?

Now for the talking bollocks bit...

I recently moved to sunny Wales, where the men are men are men and the sheep etc,etc,etc.

Now near to where i live is the local ASDA. It has an enormous car-park. Only problem being is that you first have to drive past an enormous section for the handies,(Capped). Then you have to drive past another section for parents and sprogs. By the time you get to where you have to park, you need a bus to get back.

It pisses me off when cars pull up with not a brat in site. i suppose the excuse may be, o i forgot to bring them, or they were in the back of the car when I set off, or other such balls.

But my pet hate is the 'capped parking. Low sporung sports cars parked there. Handicapoped, my arse. Huge four wheeled drives that you need a parachute to alight from, again, capped my bottom. I thought I would try it. I parked my Beemer only to get a snot nosed pock faced trolley jockey reminding me that I had to display a capped card in my car. I told it that I had forgot it. He did not believe me. So I told him I had a limp dick and if he didnt go away, I would get it out and prove to all and sundry that at that moment in time, through no fault of my own, had indeed a limpus dickus.

What has made me really rant is this....I have witnessed so many capped chairs whizzing about where it is perfectly obvious that the occupier is just bone idle. I have seen families use the same chair to nip to the shops.

This is just not cricket. Lets be British and play the game. Park where the fuck you like and let down all the tyres on capped chairs being used by lazy bastards.

Well I thought it made a change...