I get shoulder barged as I browse some clothes in H&M. It’s a sneaky shoulder barge though, approached from behind: the coward’s shoulder barge.
“Motherfu…” I mutter, as I look up at the person’s retreating back, and just from that glance at their hair and clothes I can tell they are a grade-A twat. The sort of tosser who is too self-important to say excuse me, or to try and just squeeze past.
A moment later, I glimpse the profile of my attacker, and it is confirmed it is a grade-A twat.
I text a few friends later, and tell them my tale. I am shocked by the outrage and ferocity contained in their responses, many of them baying for violent retribution. Six years, it seems, is not long enough to forgive or forget a preening, public school, grade-A twat.
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