Out for a run today (9.2m 1:11:07) I feel a strange sensation between my ribs & my inner right arm. It's only when i see the egg smash 5 meters ahead of my that i realise that i've been targeted by a scummy fiat punto, full of scummy chavs.
A bit further on their car has to stop behind traffic at a red light. I SO upped my pace to catch 'em. In my minds eye i could see their door locks being smacked down. I wasn't quick enough & on green, they could drive off.
When these inadequate little w****** are old & grey I hope they remember the time when they used to drive around throwing eggs at people. T*****! (calm down gaz. the egg didn't even hit ya)
think i may start running towards on coming traffic to front em out. When you're on a pavement, you don't think it matters which direction you run. (clockwise/anticlockwise)
shit gaz -what a bunch of wankers. They were probably out to just do it to anybody and in their very tiny minds , it is a laugh. I would probably wanna do what you would like to do -mind it would mean stooping to their low level.
hopefully a better run tomorrow.
Gary, it's Halloween next weekend so the little sh1ts had to buy the eggs this weekend cos they know shopkeepers won't sell them to individuals next weekend. They're low-life, rise above it and as Hoose says enjoy your run tomorrow.
Don't let 'em grind you down Gary. I regularly run past a group of 'orrible teenage girls who think it's oh-so-funny to run alongside me for about 100 yards (that's about all they can manage). It is scary when I'm on my own in the dark, and I've thought about changing the route to avoid them, but why should I?
Prostitots, my OH calls them.
Mind you, I did discover that throwing a comment of "a bit more exercise and you wouldn't have such a massive arse, love" over my shoulder had the desired effect as they all wondered which one of them I was talking about.
Until the next time I ran past them. Hell hath no fury like the chav with a grudge...........
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Prostitots, my OH calls them.
"Prostitots"-lol I like that. When I ran into some it was a cold winters night. They had minis on - Frostiprostitots I guess (though it sounds like a Greek eatery)
Hoose, have you found yourself muttering "that won't keep you warm" yet? 'tis the thin end of the wedge and it started with me about 5 years ago
My other stock one is my Grandma's favourite phrase - no sense, no feeling
No, but then I wasn't desperately trying to fit in with a bunch of prats
Horrible experience for you.
I'm not looking forward to the fireworks - we had them thrown at us last year.
I have absolutely no sympathy with this pathetic behaviour - and the verbal abuse has no excuse either - just stupid kids with no imagination or feelings.
There is a group of girls who hang around outside the flats where I live (although they don't live there themselves).
I call them the 'chavettes', but although they get drunk, wear too little clothing and too much make-up, they are always friendly, and ask me where I've run, how far, etc. They seem genuinely interested (but not enough to join in)!
I've never had things thrown at me, and only get the usual white-van-man tooting and calling.
One time a group of yoofs did start singing the theme from Raiders of the Lost Ark as I ran by. Never really understood that one!
Oh bullocks I hadn't even thought about the fireworks...
We normally run on the canal towpath, but as its dark so early now we're having to re-think... Bullocks, bollards & more bullocks!!!
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