[quote:04c79bd25d="atomike"]he's hoping the rays from the speed camera will give him cancer![/quote:04c79bd25d]
He should save himself some pain and
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[quote:a91909de5c]The Christmas “celebrations” on Tuesday evening were yet another stark reminder, if any more were needed, that the City is filled with a disproportionate number of thick, cheaply clothed, mentally deficient idiots intent on missing the point of virtually everything.
Several morons were reported to have been involved in the Belfast City “Christmas Massacre” on Tuesday, no doubt partially angered by the fact that “Bob the fictional non existent human being Builder” was the “celebrity” chosen to turn on the Christmas lights.
You can’t doll up the City with garish monotone blue lighting and get a household children’s showman to flick a switch without invoking a full blown riot nowadays – then again, that is understandable, in a way.
Mix a country full of bumpkins and spides, along with a healthy dose of historical bigotry and one unknowing, unthinking and ultimately unreal celebrity, and see Belfast become a further case study in the embarrassing, hilarious and utterly mind meltingly depressing.
You can imagine the unwashed pimpled hard lad teen’s reaction to hearing of the Christmas tree lighting, “Here, Meeksy, what about we go slabber till a few fenians yeooooo?” On the other side of the fence, no doubt bolstered in confidence by the Royal blue adorning the Royal Avenue, a couple of simple minded agnostic catholic boys and girls were groaning and palpating in their own kind of vengeful 10 IQ thinking, “Oi, Flakko, up the RA, I wont have ur touwn turned blue so I wont!”
Let the merriment commence, eh? You may as well ask Michael Stone to bow to the Pope for all the chance you’d have for a basically normal evening out on the town.
I was walking home from work today, towards the Christmas Market (it’s the same as the summer market, except it’s on at Christmas) and as I passed Burger King a drunk skinhead staggered out. He looked at me with his dull bleary eyes, tripped over his own feet and vomited all over the street. An unfortunate group of tourists happened to be taking pictures of the wheel at the time a few feet away, what else could I do but shrug my shoulders? “Hey, it’s Belfast, well done on pissing away three grand of your money on a trip to boketown! Maybe a Leprechaun will appear in the puddle of vomit and it’ll be just like the adverts?”
I felt bad for the wee tramp, he ended up lying down below the beautiful Robinson and Cleaver building, wiping dribble and vomit from his increasingly frostbitten nose – if that’s not a metaphor for the state of Belfast in 2009, I don’t know what is.