Well there's me...
And this dude who lives next door.

He's a big black dude (quite beefy) and has to take his medicine or he attacks white people on bicycles... He just stands outside next door in their drive way. Just standing there... staring... With headphones on, big beefy headphones.

My brother, his friend and my mother said that one day he didn't take his medicine. So the police were called.

3 police cars
2 police motorbikes
1 police van
1 ambulance...

and 1 police helecopter.

All outside next door.

My mam says there's a kidnapper next door on the other side, but I don't believe that so much.

That reminds me. He's kinda a nutter and used to be local. There was this kid who lived next door. About 7 years older than me. My brother and I used to give him and his sister the yogurts from our fridge because we didn't like them. They were happy, we were happy, my mother thought we ate the yogurts.

Then they moved away.

That was when I was about 8. When I was 11 the dude came back. He arrived before I came home from school. He had turned into a chav. He said he had come back from Cornwall to ask me out. That's the nutter part. Did feel sorry for him though. I think he went away feeling very upset. Well I would never go out with anyone who looked like/is a chav.
( Rev. Cleo still alive, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 19:03, Reply)