I Love Retail But I Hate People

Seeing the stories about what's happening at my old stomping ground in Overstrand is stirring up some bad memories.

I love working in customer service, always enjoyed helping people, but there are times when you want to grab hold of them and give them a good....well, you know.

"Where am I going to get my (insert name of product here) from now?" should always be met with this reply from the sales assistant: "Where am I going to earn a living now? How am I going to pay my bills?"

Or the one I was tempted to use during the dying days of Claws 'N' Paws: "Stop being a selfish c**t and consider other people for a change."

I love retail, but there are times when I really hate people.

My Take on the Events of the Past Few Days

Here's my little take on the events of the past few days......

You see, it's pretty disgusting that these people, and I use that term loosely, are using false information spread online to justify rioting in the names of the three girls who were murdered in Southport last week.

It's disgusting that they're causing carnage and endangering lives up and down the land, fuelled by lies and hatred, some of which is spread by people in the public eye, people in positions of power and influence around the world.

Now I'm assuming that some of these people, and again I used that term quite loosely, are getting injured as they espouse their right-wing rhetoric while looting grocery stores and hurling bricks and mortar at his majesty's police force.

Take the chap in the photo for instance. You've probably seen quite a bit of him over the past few days after he took a shot to the back of his head followed by a shot to the groin. Oh, did I mention that the bricks that caused the damage were launched by his own comrades?

Anyway, I'm assuming that the poor fellow would have been in need of hospital treatment, and given that he'd probably been blaming all of his country's ills on those pesky immigrants he would have probably been in for a surprise when he walked into A&E.

This Isn't Their City

Seems like the head of the local wrestling dynasty is blowing a gasket or two because others are holding shows in Norfolk.

You've got guys trying to live off the reputation of a TV show that was cancelled nearly forty years ago coming to Norwich, as well as Sanjay's boys from London heading over to Yarmouth for a summer season.

Add the two fat clowns and their big tent production and the stars falling from the sky (and probably some others as well), and Norfolk slowly becomes more than a one-family show.

It still wouldn't get me going back to watching the grapple game though. You could resurrect Davey Boy and Dynamite and de-age the Sexy Monkey, the man from Detroit and the Essex Bomb and hold a show in my front garden and I still wouldn't go.