Today I heard the true bleating voice of the paranoid middle-class bourgeoisie when it comes face to face with a minor inconvenience - and it was fucking funny.
I was backing my car into a parking space at a supermarket, when suddenly this wire-framed-spectacled, "rugger" shirt-wearing puffed up sack of cunt leaps out of his poxy 4X4 Range Rover, runs up behind and shrieks: "So! I'm supposed to find somewhere else to park? AM I?!"
Get back in your car and behave - before someone fucken bursts you.
Said my lovely lady wife through the wound-down passenger window.
And, huffing and puffing, Atilla the Sunday Shopper did.
Ace!
