An Gigantic Orange Walk And A Cry For Help!
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Life Goes On - Racine
Topic: Alone, Alone, Alone



Evening,

It's that time of year when the Protestant underclass of Glasgow take to the streets to watch the annual Orange Walk which commemorates a battle that approximately 2% of those watching will know the first thing about. I should point out that I don't have anything against the Orange Order or their parades. It's the no witted vermin they attract onto the streets that depresses me.

I had set off early to the gym in order to avoid the march which the council had advised was setting off at 10:30am only to be confronted with a fuck off march heading up to the meeting point. I thought about re-routing myself but then thought why should I? It's my country , I pay taxes, I've as much right to walk down the street as them and off I went. My first trauma was being jostled by mangy peasants drunk on Buckfast. I thought this was an odd choice of tipple for such staunch Protestants given that it is made by Catholic monks. I'm also puzzled by the idiots habit of tying the Union flag round their fat arses, personally I think that scummy flag is only good for burning so I'm not upset by people treating it disrespectfully, but these fuckwits claim to be proud to be British.

My second trauma was going into my local shop and being asked by the girl behind the counter if I was 'on the march' 'I most certainly am not' I replied only to nearly die of shock when an aggressive voice behind me asked why not or to be more accurate 'how no?'. Mercifully they seemed happy with my reply that I was in a huff because they wouldn't give me a shot of one of big drums. I'm still grossly insulted that the staff of a shop I regularly shop in think I am the sort of person that follows Orange Walks about! They're Muslims and I wouldn't dream of asking them if they've planned any good suicide bombings recently! Bloody racists! Following an Orange Walk! I read books! I think! The cheek!

Anyway I went to the gym where I learned that since taking up exercises about a month ago I have lost five whole pounds! Later after leaving the gym I again ran into the march heading to Glasgow Green and suffered my next and final trauma as someone threw a bottle at me for no apparent reason. I obviously wasn't looking illiterate enough for them. So out of sheer bloody mindedness I charged through the fuckers instead of walking round the long way as I'd planned. I am a very cowardly person but I'd rather take the kicking than back down to that sort of mindless aggression and I must admit after having a bottle lobbed at me I was spoiling for a fight.


I then got home to find two of the of the ugliest women I've ever seen singing 'Follow Follow' with heavy emphasis on 'Fuck the Pope' on my doorstep who then proceeded to throw a plastic cider bottle on the ground as I was opening the door. I stunned them into silence by stopping picking the bottle up and putting it in the bin. I realise that if you are a fat,deformed, brainless, disgusting, ugly, pointless piece of shit whose sole interests are fighting, drinking, bigotry and firing worthless, anti-social children out of your gaping, lard infested, disease ridden cunt then dropping litter in front of people's houses is probably normal behaviour but I fail to see why I should need to put up with it.

After that I concluded that it was too much hassle to go out so sat couped up all day. Why does stupidity have to be pandered to all the time? I think it's more to do with my current mood than anything but today has made me feel total despair from start to finnish. The most depressing thing of all is that in the last twenty four hours the only contact I have had with other human beings has been insolent shop assistants and total fucking scum. Is it any wonder I'm suicidal?

Cheerio