Shooting Quasimodo

Sigh...

It's illegal to shoot people in the UK, right?

I mean, still?

(Wanders off, kicking stones, muttering about "stupid pinko liberal bullshit laws...)

There are plenty of people of course who, were there no such laws against the practice, I'd quite happily gun down without a shred of mercy in the street. I'm on a diet, whaddaya want from me?

Tonight though, it's not the fuckwits among the nursing staff at our local hospital (yeah yeah, there are good nurses there too) who would be first in the crosshairs. The most I think we're planing to do to them is not buy them a big-ass tin of biscuits - take that, bitches! It's not the chocolate biscuit manufacturers, or the people with...although these come close...naturally high freakin' metabolisms, who can "eat and eat whatever I like, and never put on weight". Normally, those bastards would be due for some serious Saw-style dungeon-antics in any sanely ordered society. but tonight, even they get a free pass.

Tonight, it's not the couples who order one giant sundae and two spoons on the grounds that "sharing makes it better", or the banks who fuck the system and the nation and then have little enough irony to send you a letter and charge you extra if you go overdrawn, or the Reality TV stars who are clearly not any kind of Real people - no...

Tonight it's Quasi-freakin'-modo.

We live opposite a church. I know, I know, there's every chance I'll get thrown out of the Rationalists' League for that, but we do. Can I just say - churches shouldn't be allowed to open in the Summer time. The long nights give people ideas. Ideas like "not shutting the fuck up with the godforsaken bastard bell-ringing, you pricks!!!"

Some tone-deaf, unimaginative bunch of fucks have been swinging on their bell-ropes for about two hours now. Right across the street from us. It's the lack of imagination that's really key to the urge to smash their skulls in with a hollow-point bullet or two. We had about half an hour of ONE..NOTE...The last quarter of an hour has been a simple downward scale...over, and over, and over again.

I may well snap any minute now, put on some underwear (TMI?) and go bell-ringer postal.

Arrrrrrghhh!

In better news, Dad came home today. Now sitting in his own environment, eating, chilling, coming back to terms with being at home. Finally coming back to some sort of routine. Tomorrow, in addition to the morning walk, there might be some gym action.

No, really, there might...
Blood was 5.8 when I woke up this morning. Walked six miles. Tested again. 5.9 - how the Hell does that work? Humph...

SHUT UP, YOU BAAAAAAAASSSSSSSTARDS!!!!