Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Skanky Zebras

Okay, so Zebra crossings, one of my many hates in life. I mean, if they were used properly then it would be fine. It's one of the only places that a pedestrian is given right of way and yet yesterday when I was half way across one, a car, a van and two cyclists saw fit to almost knock me down and they had absolutely no intention of stopping. Now Taxi's I understand, because, let's face it, they don't follow any rules of the road, and even posh gits in their Audi's and BMW's, I can almost let off, because they probably wouldn't even notice the commoner trying to cross the road on her own two legs. Do people still do that? Walking? Oh how 18th century.

But come on, a little work van and two cyclists. Urgh! Cyclists really drive me round the bend. They're always complaining about how they are treated on the road, but it's the pedestrians who are lowest on the food chain. Cyclists on one hand like to pretend that they're as low as a pedestrian when dealing with cars and buses. But as soon as it comes down to them and a pedestrian, they're gonna take that pedestrian down! Evil wheeled monsters.

I think there should be a compulsory retake of all road safety tests and that people shouldn't be allowed on a bike unless they redo their cycling proficiency. I did mine when I was ten, I think, but most of the people that ride a bike in London, will never have done it. Definitely something to think about.
God, I sound like a right grumpy old fart, but to be fair, it ain't just me. The crossing I'm talking about near Croram's Field is overrun with children due to its proximity to the park and local nurseries, and I've seen cars not even stopping for mums with buggies and allsorts. They should definitely think about a hidden camera on there. Or maybe I should rig up my own. Ha ha. Super spy Helen to the rescue!

Okay, enough about Zebra crossings. Another thing that is grating on me, big time, is the fact that some of our skanky neighbours think it's acceptable to dump their bin bags outside of the bin store. Now you must bear in mind that the lock on one of the doors is broken, so they only have a a little catch on it, that you can open without a key. Simple huh? No! Instead of the twenty seconds, or less that it takes to open the door and throw your rubbish in the bin, they leave it outside and then some other person - quite often me, because it really riles me up - ends up putting it away for them. I own my flat and it means a lot to me, but some of those skanks, just don't give a shit because they only rent and they're lazy bastards and they were put on this Earth to piss me right off!

I mean, I'm not exactly a clean freak myself. At times I'm a scruffy bitch, but within the confines of my own home. I would never subject anyone else to my slobbish ways, so I don't expect to be subjected to others. Urgh! It makes me really mad! Because as well as making our flats look skanky, there's also the added risk of attracting rats. NOT my favourite animal in the world.

So to summarise, learn how to ride a bike, drive a car, and try not to knock down any pedestrians! And, put your rubbish in the God damn bin!

Thank you
Helen

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