Poor Man About Town

The liberalisation of taking baby buggies on the buses has gone too far - baby buggies are one thing, but a king-sized doubled bed x 3 is another. Intolerable parents are becoming increasingly tolerable by buying monster prams for their sprogs to take on the bus. The intolerable parent gives you that 'get out the fucking way' kind of look. They have that Bo(z)no kind arrogance that if you do not get out of the fucking way and offer your space to them, you will be wiped off the face of universe. The driver does not care, he will allow around three, sometimes four, of these monstrosities on the bus.

Labels: babies, buses, Parenting, Parents, public transport

If these buggers aren't barging around in their SUV's of four by fours, they're on fucking bikes!. Seen today, twelve year old parent was riding this bike on a busy in tow of a plastic box on wheels, the contents of which were two of her sprogs. Big fat lorries and buses zoom up and down that road. New Model Parent could not give a shit about the possible dangers of using such a contraption. If they aren't on the road, they are cycling on the pavement with a sprog in tow riding another bike - the belief being they have a legitimate right to mount the pavement. This woman, complete with cycling helmet, came at me pel-mel on her bike telling me to get the fuck out of the way. It was on a pavement. I did not move so she and her sprog behind her had to circumnavigate me. It is illegal to mount the pavement on a bicycle and I'm not going to make any allowance for illegality. The solution to this problem is clearly evident - keep these buggers and their offspring off bikes.

Labels: bicycles, cyclists, M and S, middle class, modern, Parenting

It's not just modern parenting - it's silly parenting. The M & S people are fast becoming parents. Twelve year olds who have spawned the next generation. On the other side of the class spectrum is the chav - fag puffing, half a dozen babies and yelling. The M & S people don't smoke, oh no, they don't have half a dozen babies, they have two, usually. Their attitude to what they consider good parenting is laissez-faire - ie let their little brats run amok. I was having lunch in a shopping mall today - that was a big mistake but all my favourite eateries have been invaded by New Model Parents and their sprogs. The eating part of the mall was quite busy and there were parents with their children, but these parents and their children were normal people - they got on with what they wanted to do - eat. There was, however, a group of new model parents with half a dozen brats. The brats were running riot around the restaurant area, the first I knew of it was a kick in the back of my shins, this horrid little specimin was trying to get by without so much as an excuse me.

I had this flight of fancy:

These little shits, it seems, were given carte blanche to do what the fuck they liked, any injury incurred thereof would be blamed on the nearest adult at time of injury. So if wee brat slammed his head against a corner of a table, the nearest adult would be blamed.

Labels: behaviour, brats, M and S, middle class, Parenting

Four brats on the train, two of whom were the parents. The two younger brats yell, they sound like starving seagulls. Their twelve year old parents, with middle class accents, refer to themselves in the third party "Mummy does not like it" says Mummy "Mummy will get you to sit next to daddy". "Daddy wants you to be quiet" says Daddy. Rather than being parents, the couple sound as if they are playing Mummies and Daddies. Their sprogs yell and yelp, it seems that they have their parents under firm control by inducing to respond to them in such a childlike manner. What is even more hilarious is that Daddy gets out his mobile phone, phones his Mummy and babbles inanities to her.

Labels: Lifestyle, middle class, Parenting, Parents