Posted by sean on January 27, 2005 at 11:03 pm in Life In Bath with No Comments


I had to go to the dentists this afternoon and that meant passing through the city centre. Walking through town is starting to become an unpleasant experience these days. You can’t seem to make it through without being hassled to part with money…

While I was walking up through town, what can only be described as a hippy came up to me and without introducing himself, thrust out a book in front of me and asked if I read much. Cautiously I backed off explaining that I had a dentist appointment in a matter of minutes.

The hippy must have taken too many drugs because he ignored me and started explaining about his cause. While it was obviously important to him (he’d been standing around freezing his bollocks off in town all day) it didn’t seem to be that important compared to other worthwhile causes like famine, tsunami victims, childrens charities, etc.

He mentioned about yoga and how he and his group did stuff (I can’t remember much, I was trying to get away). He then said he is asking everybody he meets for £2.00. A bit cheeky I think, coming up to people in the street and demanding set payments.

In a quick attempt to get away I chucked 50p into his bumbag (suspiciously not a charity box or bucket) and fled. I didn’t even have £2 to give him, but due to the fact he didn’t explain his cause to well, I felt it could have been for anything and not worthy of it.

I’m all for charity workers, I feel they do a marvellous job, but this one was rude, pushy and didn’t sell his cause well at all (if there was in fact one!).


Screw you hippy!

As I hurried up through town I noticed another poor bastard had been cornered by a street seller. The merchant was trying to get the innocent civilian to try and buy a gold chain, he didn’t seem at all interested so the seller kept lowering the price as the victim walked away. Why can’t these people accept “No” for an answer?

Can’t we just take a walk through town nowadays without being bombarded to buy something?

I would like to say that serious charity workers on the streets do a very worthwhile job and I have nothing against them. They are polite, respectful and explain their causes well. Even though most people appear to stear clear of them like zebras from lions on an Africa nature show.

Moving on from the trauma in town, I went to the cinema this evening to see Meet the Fockers. It was just as funny as I had hoped for. I am a big fan of the original – in fact it is one of my best films. This certainly did not disappoint. Probably the best film I have seen in 2005 so far and much better than Alexander crap I saw last week.

The cinema was packed, there were a large amount of chav’s watching. I’m not really surprised though, according to ChavScum.co.uk, the common chav’s favourite type of film is the sequel to a big, popular movie. As Meet the Parents was such a success back in 2000, this was the perfect movie for a Chav to watch before going out to KFC and then the local Spar for some White Lightening cider.

Chav scum

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