I cycle to work in a cloud of rage.
I rage at drivers; car drivers, bus drivers, 2 fingers in the air drivers.
Lorry drivers, van drivers, scooters and bikers.
The school run drivers; minds on kids, schoolbags, lunchbags, homework.
Late for work.
I rage at inappropriately placed street furniture; litter-bins, lamp-posts, signs and signals.
Bus stops, pillarboxes, kerbs and cobbles.
Junctions, traffic lights, potholes, broken bottles and broken bricks.
Tin cans, dog mess, take-away and vomit.
I rage at pedestrians; walking, talking, meandering and stopping.
Never looking.
Oblivious in headphones, mobile phones, texting and tweeting.
Never listening.
I worry that it can't be doing my blood pressure any good.
Now what gave you that idea?
ReplyDeleteAnd what was that about queen of rant, shall we have a competition?
Isn't blogging brilliant, you can get rid of all that pent-up frustration, you can be rude or lewd, you can be cross, you can be sweetness and light (yuk), and nobody ever needs to know it's you.
Don't do what I did, don't meet up with other bloggers; most of the ones I've met are charming, delightful people; I felt right out of place.
Would you like to join fridge soup as a cook? I know you don't post a lot, but you might have the odd snippet?
ReplyDeleteGosh, Friko, I'm honoured. It will indeed be the odd crumb - I can barely keep this blog going. No thanks to the sweetness and light though - I spend all day being nice to people, this is my space to vent!
ReplyDelete