The DVD Incident Part 2
I had previously been fretting in a Jon Ronson sort of way about a Random Bloke threatening to lend me a DVD in a pub. Which is bollocks, and only idiots think like that, so I pull myself together.
I'll never see the bloke again, so I cease to worry about the DVD-lent-by-odd-strangers ramifications. Because there shall be none.
Monday morning.
Makepeace [Brother’s fiancé and lady who drives me to work]: That Random Bloke knocked on our door last night. He wanted you to have this DVD.
She hands me it in the car.
I feel the hairs on my arms rise. This is Not Right.
Me: Em. Keep hold of it until tonight will you? Then I’ll take it home. Don’t want to cart it around work. (And have the questions. ‘What’s that then Tired?’. ‘Oh, it’s just a DVD a Mental lent me.’)
I get home. I put the DVD next to the others that rest against my little-used tele-vision.
Sitting on the sofa, I stare at it in a troubled manner.
That night, I have a quite vivid dream in which Random Bloke fucks the eye-sockets of a decapitated pig head and repeatedly howls my name. Whilst watching a copy of the DVD he has just lent me.
To be continued.
I'll never see the bloke again, so I cease to worry about the DVD-lent-by-odd-strangers ramifications. Because there shall be none.
Monday morning.
Makepeace [Brother’s fiancé and lady who drives me to work]: That Random Bloke knocked on our door last night. He wanted you to have this DVD.
She hands me it in the car.
I feel the hairs on my arms rise. This is Not Right.
Me: Em. Keep hold of it until tonight will you? Then I’ll take it home. Don’t want to cart it around work. (And have the questions. ‘What’s that then Tired?’. ‘Oh, it’s just a DVD a Mental lent me.’)
I get home. I put the DVD next to the others that rest against my little-used tele-vision.
Sitting on the sofa, I stare at it in a troubled manner.
That night, I have a quite vivid dream in which Random Bloke fucks the eye-sockets of a decapitated pig head and repeatedly howls my name. Whilst watching a copy of the DVD he has just lent me.
To be continued.
posted by Tired Dad at
10:24 pm
11 Comments:
That's a tad disturbing.
That he tracked you down, I mean. (Though your dream is a little on the weird side, too. No offense....)
oh darlin..mentals are just attracted to certain types..
you're one ..
welcome to the club..
Google up "You got nothing coming". Can't remember who it's by, sorry.
It's the true story of a chap who is befriended by a Random Bloke, and ends up killing him in self-defence and doing hard time for it.
Not that that's going to happen to you or anything. At all.
I'm just sayin'.
Too stunned to say anything except thanks for putting that image in my head.
Top comment crisiswhatcrisis.
Nod of acknowledgment to tired for the blog.
So, do you still have it?
ldid he kill ya? were r u?
Frog: Erm. Ok. Yeah. To both.
Cyn: I don't want to be in this club anymore.
Crisis: Read it. Don't want to be it.
Missy: Soz.
Alex: Fuck off.
Frenchie: I'll let you know.
Pup: Seriously. I've got real stuff to deal with right now.
I used to have dreams like that!!! Then the wife chucked my last bit o
fd skunk into the pond and banned me from smokin owt but B&H...
Mind you me fish spent a week or so swimmin' three feet above the pond...
sorry punkin..
it comes with a lifetime membership..
you shoulda read the small print
That was a brilliant solution to a sticky problem...one does meet odd people in pubs. But the DVD lending takes it too far!
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