I’m working nights to tonight and the house is empty so this is my only place to rant!
I like to think of myself as fairly pragmatic and relaxed, I appreciate that everybody has different views on things, different charities they like to support, etc, so I don’t feel offended if people don’t wear poppies. I also appreciate that we all have different lives and jobs and not everybody can commit to being silent for two minutes. It niggles me a bit if people are talking when everybody else around is silent but it’s not the end of the world. However! I attended an auction house this morning. An auction house that has a militaria auction later this week. An auction house that has, amongst other things, some very impressive WW1 framed posters on their walls. At 11:00 an announcement came over the tannoy asking for the two minute silence to be respected. It was seconds after this that some arse hole walked into the sale room with his hag of a wife. A middle aged couple, the sort with loud voices who wear Hunter wellies and Barbour coats but never go anywhere near a field and who moan about farm animals making noise and tractors in the country. The sort who drive a Range Rover or Audi 4x4 but can’t possibly reverse or drive towards a hedge. The sort of people who like the sound of their own voice and think if they talk loudly somehow those around them will be impressed with their superficial pathetic lives. Well this pair of retarded individuals couldn’t quite understand the irony of talking about bidding on some of the WW1 posters at the tops of their voices and taking photos of said items in a sale room full of medals and militaria whilst everybody else around them in the sale room stood in silence. My biggest regret was not tearing a strip off of them once the two minute silence was over, however, if they’ve got to their fifties and not realised what arse holes they are I can’t imagine me telling them would make much difference. I can only hope that they are not successful in bidding on any of the items and that on their way home they are involved in some sort of accident involving a rusty blunt wood chipper, a tanker containing TCP, some sort of fire, a hoard of wild pigs and maybe some splinters under their fingernails.
Rant over. I feel better now.
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