Racism…

It’s messed up – this will sound like some kind or racist rant, but…in my defense, it was an act of childish enthusiasm.

Domina pizza obviously supported the 4th July celebrations ‘cos they’re an American franchise. Fair enough – they had balloons outside their shop and everything…no wait – they had ballooons outside their shop.

And so, there was I, had a few beers, and the dare came “Reckon you could run over and pop all those balloons?”

And so I did – got all the ones from the top shelf and a couple from the lower…but it wasn’t enough – I want them all. So I primed a new cigarette, waited for the moment, then ran over and got them all but 7 (I’m back later – I’m not being beaten on this…) before some huge guy came out and hit me! he physically assaulted me for popping a balloon!

So, should I sue the fucker for assault, go back and burst the remaining balloons, call it quits, or, most importantly – ALL THE ABOVE.

Tough huh?

Guy hit me from behind, and he hits like a girl…twat.

Fuck it – I’m taking him for some holiday cash

Oh yeah, the racist bit – he was black, and about a foot taller than me with at leat 30kg on me…funny as fuck though… “Don’t burst my balloons…” oops, my cigarette slipped a few times…

Heh…gotta love weekends

Ya know what I did today?

No? well, let me tell you…I went to Silverstone racetrack – for t’was the Renault World Series (or summat like that) – and didn’t see ONE crash…

Still, was a great day – met up with Kathy et al, watched some very noisy cars going round the track from various corners (we were looking for a crash – see above), some less noisy cars doing similar, then some ‘almost’ street cars doing very, very similar things too – and then, the big one…the Renault F1 car going round the track woo!

And woo! again but wait…on it’s own? they had 2 cars there – why not have a race? bloody French…

What?

Oh, and didn’t get a used tyre either (bloke thing). Was advised that I could get one tomorrow…and maybe some body parts also (OK, he actually said CAR body parts, but it’s my blog damnit, neener neener)

Please disacknowledge the above – I’m drunk, probably sunstroken (wahay! a new word!) and now off to bed.

Arse.

(But it was a great day )