The people I really hate are those fucking cunts from Shelter who stop you every 5 fucking steps and try to get a monthly direct debit donation. Fuck that! I don't mind handing over a bit of pocket change but there's no cunting way I'm giving any fucker my bank account details. I used to politely but firmly decline to talk to them, but I got so much stick from them when I wouldn't stop (including one guy following me up Union Street yelling stupid things like "I bet you've never been homeless have you! You've no idea what it's like!") that I've taken to just telling them to fuck off as soon as they come near me. That idiot felt my wrath eventually. Then he meekly shut up.
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