I'm on a roll!
People who dont have any faint inkling of their immediate surroundings, specifically people who walk into me turn the normally well-named Captain Placid into his alter ego - Tearingoutyourthroatandshittingdowntheresultinghole Man. How fucking ignorant of your own and other peoples' safety do you have to be to wander any city without knowing what's 2 feet in front of you for fuck's sake! The world is not a fluffy pink place, there are big metal bone-crunching machines on the roads, there are nasty bad people who will hurt you for money or, sometimes, just for fun. Look where the fuck you are going you wastes of DNA.

I'm a fairly large thing to walk into, pretty easy to spot. If I stand in a doorway there's less than 4" gap either side between my shoulders and the frame, I'm a wide unit.

I used to move out of the way of these people. Now I don't. I let them bump into me. If any of them so much as even looks like they are about to consider the merest faint trace of a possibilty of remonstrating with me for their own fucking stupidity, I make eye contact, bare my teeth and say in a an almost subsonic growl "MOVE, YOU CRETIN".

They move.

No apologies for girth, I love to see you wince!
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Sat 3 May 2008, 11:49, Reply)