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Lockdown. Stardate 13042020.
As I enjoy a well deserved rocket ice lolly, I am pondering over my many adventures of these weeks past, as well as my innate disgust at the current situation we and the world are facing.
It has made me realise even more so how much I despise humanity and its ignorant stupidity. Even more then usual.
The Government have issued very clearly the rules we are to abide by during the lockdown. VERY CLEARLY. Yet humans cannot seem to understand that by STAYING IN and NOT GOING to beaches,mountains and sheep shagging venues (I could go on) that it will help prevent an even greater spread of the virus and stop the NHS taking an even bigger hit then it already is.
For instance during my lovely stroll around the glorious town of Wrexham today (it really is glorious. For crack dealers) not one person in Poundland or Iceland seems to understand that a distance of 2 metres does not mean being so close to another that you can feel their Carlsberg Special Brew breath breathing down on your neck. ๐คข๐คฎ๐คข๐คฎ๐คข๐คฎ๐คข๐คฎ
Or licking items on shelves. Or sneezing and coughing on everybody in the bus station instead of using a tissue.
I KNOW I am talking about Wrexham. But seriously HOW HARD is it to use a bloody tissue instead of your hand that looks like it has been used to wipe your arse? Or maybe they believe that their crack is out there.
During my lovely walk myself and the child encountered a wonderful chap, dressed down in a knockoff tracksuit, a Santa hat and carrying a flea infested knapsack- this gentleman decided that he wished to inform us and all the geriatrics on the other side of the street that he is deeply unhappy with how things are at the moment- by screaming. He screamed and he screamed and he screamed. Then he attempted to run around Queens Square throwing his nasty little bag at an older man, while screaming.
I presume he got tired of his little adventure because he then threw himself down on a seat in a squatting position.
While on the return home from our squalid little town, another track suited gentlemen made his presence known, by stumbling into the road in front of a car with his hands down his pants.
I had to cover the child's eyes!!!
I know I have covered Wrexham and some of it's more eccentric types a few years ago. But I am still discovering that even though it really is the arsehole of Britain and probably Europe, it really delves into the lowest of the lows.
Watching people picking up used cigarette butts and creating fresh rollies in the midst of the pandemic?
People traipsing about in large groups not giving a single shit about potentially being carriers?
People licking toilet seats, not washing their hands and playing with themselves?
It is fucking disgusting. How have we become such degenerates?
On the plus side though there was a lady playing terrible music on some small pink box outside of Argos. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐

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Lockdown. Stardate 13042020.
As I enjoy a well deserved rocket ice lolly, I am pondering over my many adventures of these weeks past, as well as my innate disgust at the current situation we and the world are facing.
It has made me realise even more so how much I despise humanity and its ignorant stupidity. Even more then usual.
The Government have issued very clearly the rules we are to abide by during the lockdown. VERY CLEARLY. Yet humans cannot seem to understand that by STAYING IN and NOT GOING to beaches,mountains and sheep shagging venues (I could go on) that it will help prevent an even greater spread of the virus and stop the NHS taking an even bigger hit then it already is.
For instance during my lovely stroll around the glorious town of Wrexham today (it really is glorious. For crack dealers) not one person in Poundland or Iceland seems to understand that a distance of 2 metres does not mean being so close to another that you can feel their Carlsberg Special Brew breath breathing down on your neck. ๐คข๐คฎ๐คข๐คฎ๐คข๐คฎ๐คข๐คฎ
Or licking items on shelves. Or sneezing and coughing on everybody in the bus station instead of using a tissue.
I KNOW I am talking about Wrexham. But seriously HOW HARD is it to use a bloody tissue instead of your hand that looks like it has been used to wipe your arse? Or maybe they believe that their crack is out there.
During my lovely walk myself and the child encountered a wonderful chap, dressed down in a knockoff tracksuit, a Santa hat and carrying a flea infested knapsack- this gentleman decided that he wished to inform us and all the geriatrics on the other side of the street that he is deeply unhappy with how things are at the moment- by screaming. He screamed and he screamed and he screamed. Then he attempted to run around Queens Square throwing his nasty little bag at an older man, while screaming.
I presume he got tired of his little adventure because he then threw himself down on a seat in a squatting position.
While on the return home from our squalid little town, another track suited gentlemen made his presence known, by stumbling into the road in front of a car with his hands down his pants.
I had to cover the child's eyes!!!
I know I have covered Wrexham and some of it's more eccentric types a few years ago. But I am still discovering that even though it really is the arsehole of Britain and probably Europe, it really delves into the lowest of the lows.
Watching people picking up used cigarette butts and creating fresh rollies in the midst of the pandemic?
People traipsing about in large groups not giving a single shit about potentially being carriers?
People licking toilet seats, not washing their hands and playing with themselves?
It is fucking disgusting. How have we become such degenerates?
On the plus side though there was a lady playing terrible music on some small pink box outside of Argos. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐

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