What's the most horrific thing you've seen?
What is going on?
Lightguy was walking home when he saw a fox eating a cat. As he watched, it threw up on the cat and then continued eating, having doused it in its own marinade.
Only this morning, Rachelswipe saw a tramp hock up a bright green loogy, only for a pigeon to hop over on its withered stumps and peck it up joyfully.
Are these the end times? What horrible stuff have you seen recently?
( , Fri 22 Jun 2007, 10:36)
What is going on?
Lightguy was walking home when he saw a fox eating a cat. As he watched, it threw up on the cat and then continued eating, having doused it in its own marinade.
Only this morning, Rachelswipe saw a tramp hock up a bright green loogy, only for a pigeon to hop over on its withered stumps and peck it up joyfully.
Are these the end times? What horrible stuff have you seen recently?
( , Fri 22 Jun 2007, 10:36)
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Police Museum
I was on a family holiday once, ageds about 11. I forget where, exactly, possible Gloucestershire, I don't know. Certainly somewhere english.
Anyway, my mum's dad was a poiceman, and as such she wanted to go a a nearby 'police museum', expecting it to be filled with lots of old police memorabilia from when bobbies existed and wore hats you could respect. I went with her, because it sounded relatively intereting, whilst my dad and brother buggered off to do something else.
We went there and spoke to the curator in the foyer. My mum, now thinking that there's the offchance of some stuff that an eleven year old might be better off without seeing, the police dealing with the seedier side of life and all, asked the curator if I would be all right to go around it. He replied in the affirmative. Truncheons and badges it was then.
Inside was frankly bizarre. It started off ok, but as we progressed, there was an unusual amount of pornography, most of it harmless enough, but I was after all eleven. It started to get a little more suspect, and then became mixed with a horrifying juxtaposition of corpses and skeletons with flesh still clinging grimly to the bones. Mum suggests we move quickly on, past an exhibit about the elephant man only to turn a corner and be confronted by a skeleton hanging on the wall.
I was now deeply, deeply unhappy, and mum was quivering with rage. Whatever this was, it ceratinly was not suitable for children. We rushed through the rest of the museum, I beng frogmarched by angry mum, through a room about the worst excesses of the holocaust in which was showing a video that haunts me to this day. I was very, very happy to get out of there.
I don't know quite what nudie pictures, horribly deformed foetuses in jars, pictures of dead bodies and examples of the darkest evil of the human psyche had to do with the police, it seemed more like one man's sick collection and I don't recall anyone else being in the horror show at the time. I'm very, very glad my mum was there. Not funny at all, just really, really disturbing.
( , Sun 24 Jun 2007, 0:53, Reply)
I was on a family holiday once, ageds about 11. I forget where, exactly, possible Gloucestershire, I don't know. Certainly somewhere english.
Anyway, my mum's dad was a poiceman, and as such she wanted to go a a nearby 'police museum', expecting it to be filled with lots of old police memorabilia from when bobbies existed and wore hats you could respect. I went with her, because it sounded relatively intereting, whilst my dad and brother buggered off to do something else.
We went there and spoke to the curator in the foyer. My mum, now thinking that there's the offchance of some stuff that an eleven year old might be better off without seeing, the police dealing with the seedier side of life and all, asked the curator if I would be all right to go around it. He replied in the affirmative. Truncheons and badges it was then.
Inside was frankly bizarre. It started off ok, but as we progressed, there was an unusual amount of pornography, most of it harmless enough, but I was after all eleven. It started to get a little more suspect, and then became mixed with a horrifying juxtaposition of corpses and skeletons with flesh still clinging grimly to the bones. Mum suggests we move quickly on, past an exhibit about the elephant man only to turn a corner and be confronted by a skeleton hanging on the wall.
I was now deeply, deeply unhappy, and mum was quivering with rage. Whatever this was, it ceratinly was not suitable for children. We rushed through the rest of the museum, I beng frogmarched by angry mum, through a room about the worst excesses of the holocaust in which was showing a video that haunts me to this day. I was very, very happy to get out of there.
I don't know quite what nudie pictures, horribly deformed foetuses in jars, pictures of dead bodies and examples of the darkest evil of the human psyche had to do with the police, it seemed more like one man's sick collection and I don't recall anyone else being in the horror show at the time. I'm very, very glad my mum was there. Not funny at all, just really, really disturbing.
( , Sun 24 Jun 2007, 0:53, Reply)
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