Fuckin' 'ell!
Have reminded me how I used to teach my older brother lessons and one in particular stands out. It was the winter of '84 I think, when there was a shed load of snow, and where I come from was briefly in the news for having bread drops due to being even more cut off and isolated from the outside world, having said that it was fuckin' tops. Now I have to explain that my next older brother has glasses and had saved up to get himself those expensive photochromic lenses that reacted to sunlight (fuckin' expensive and a big deal back then)Anyways we were pissing about with me mates, a couple of brothers mentioned in an earlier post, and ended up in the inevitable snowball fight. My bro scored a damn fine shot to the back of my neck and it somehow slid directly down the inside of my T-shirt. I was fucked off and storming over punched him in the face. His glasses flew off (which he wore all the time- his eyesight is shite) and run off to bury them ( the snow was several feet deep everywhere). I then fuck off home in my self righteous indignation and my bro was left, after I'd given him the mercy of telling him the general area, on his hands and knees gently parting the snow with his hands to find them before dark. Our mates stayed to help him. He came home dead quiet about three and a half hours later. I never apologised, said nowt.
Didn't really teach him a lesson, was just an utter cunt, fuckin' terrible really. Do owt for him now though- he's a star.
(Dellamorte Dellamore Fuck it all, fuck it up, fuck it., Wed 2 May 2007, 7:47, Reply)