Poor Man About Town

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

It seems that the Jeremy Kyle (Vyle) show has started to court controversy. This show appears to select some very messed up people who seemed to have been seduced into believing that the airing of their dirty washingis of great therapeutic value. Jeremy Kyle and his production retinue appear to me like 21st Century Snake Oil Salesman who will help messed up people to face up to being cuckolded; helping people and their families coming to terms with their homosexuality, frigidity, gambling,alcoholism, substance abuse, violence, rape and the entire menu of ills that plagues the lumpen proletariat.

By stark contrast, we have the middle classes portrayed as stable, mainly heterosexual, living in nice houses and having dinner parties or having friends around for supper. No sign of dysfunction anywhere. Everything clinical and spotless. No family psychodramas; no fights; no noise apart from the clinking of wine glasses.

I watched this dreadful programme on some woman who wanted a house makeover and she was angst-ridden about access to her backyard (the commentary actually said "patio" but it looked like a backyard to me). We were regaled with door fittings, floors, decking and loveliness. The woman was shown into one house where the owners had a specially commissioned modern art painting to hang in their kitchen. It was a framed rectangular brown mass - bullshit?. Costs to convert her property were quoted in thousands, it was bollocks - who the fuck can afford that kind of money.

When you compare the middle class with the people who appear on the Jeremy Kyle Show, the middle class must lead incredibly boring and shallow lives!

I thought about the audience of this silly programme - the unemployed, the lumpen proletariat, women imprisoned by family life and people who have nothing better to do with their lives.

Labels: bullshit, daytime, Lifestyle, lumpen proletariat, middle class, Television

I was on another bus journey yesterday, I was travelling through a rather middle class area. Several women boarded the bus, two of whom had the pushchair equivalent of a four wheel drive vehicle, the contents of these vehicles were their highly articulate brats who sported middle class accents. These women blocked the central part of the bus with their massive contraptions and their contents. Being ecologically minded, I guess that these women left their four wheel drive, they did not appear to give a shit for the other passengers - just cluttering up the space to which they are entitled. They were babbling at each other and the contents of the four wheel drive pushchairs, one woman pointing to the contents that "we are on a bus, this bus has an upstairs just like at home", I obviously deduced that she was broadcasting the fact to the rest of us plebs on the bus that they don't live in a council flat, housing estate or in rented accommodation!

Labels: attitude, brats, buses, four wheel drive, middle class, selfishness

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