Pokemon - Down With The Kids, apparently.
First Story, in which I was the one at fault:

Walking home one day, I had to pass an unruly group of 'yoofs' in their hoodies and designer trainers gathered outside a shop in their obligatory try-and-cadge-a-fag-whilst-whistling-at-the-local-talent formation. I don't like large crowds at the best of times, but I really don't like having to pass groups like that as it makes me feel threatened. I kept my head down and avoided eye contact as I walked past them - only to have one of them cry out with unbridled joy at the sight of the Pokemon keyring hanging from my bag.

"Bulbasaur! He's WICKED, man!"

Shame on me for presuming that a bunch of hoodies would lack the necessary levels of geekery to recognise a Pokemon and willingly engage in a constructive conversation about them!

Second Story, in which People in Black Leather Want To Eat Your Sooooooul:

I have a long black leather trenchcoat which I like to wear a lot (especially handy in Britain, since it's cold an awful lot, don't you know old chap.) I was wending my merry way along the pavement wearing said coat when I passed a woman and her child standing together, and I heard the woman say to her child - with what I *hope* was only half-seriousness:

"Don't go near her, she'll EAT you!"

Hmmm. I don't mind children very much, but I couldn't manage a whole one.

...there, that's my b3ta posting-cherry popped. Wasn't as painful as I thought it would be, but I could certainly do with a lie-down now. Length? Longer than I thought.
(Draco Rattus ate all the pies on, Tue 6 Apr 2010, 20:17, 1 reply)

Bulbasaur
is indeed wicked :) welcome and click.
(Obi wanker nobi Its not a bug, its an unexpected feature, Tue 6 Apr 2010, 23:25, closed)