My late father was disabled as were a number of his friends, he and his friends had worked on early computers in the early post war era and worked in the nuclear programme. I cannot imagine them or my father going for a 'shit in the bushes' outside of Tesco. When did being disabled suddenly become being useless?
I scratch my head every time I read her byline: the three handled moniker is usually necessary if a two handled one might result in confusion with another writer with a similar name. I cannot recall any Rhiannons or Cosletts she needs to distinguish herself from. Is she modelling it on a spoilt protagonist from some Edwardian children's moral tale? Or a dark misadventure from Saki? She comes across as petulant, hypersensitive to slights and capable of tantrums if ignored. Not an adult at all.
It should also be noted that she treats the fact that Tesco were prepared to let the matter go, (i.e. One must assume not get the law involved) with such utter contempt.
Then again what were Tesco going to do, she'd probably already blarted on about being a writer by the time they arrived, watching on incredulously as her special brother pulled up his slacks and shambled off for latte, imagine the media shit-storm?
Poor disabled person harassed by Tesco* (*actual description buried ten paragraphs in).
"Did her able-bodied (can I say that?) brother use the bushes outside Waitrose, I wonder?"
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" I cannot imagine them or my father going for a 'shit in the bushes' outside of Tesco. When did being disabled suddenly become being useless?"
When the State (i.e. the taxpayer) became recognised as The Money Tree, and pride in oneself became State dependency.
If only we knew what caused this, and could reverse it.
"I scratch my head every time I read her byline..."
The articles themselves are worse. And 'petulant, hypersensitive to slights and capable of tantrums if ignored' seems to describe so many supposed adults of her generation.
"Then again what were Tesco going to do..."
Probably thank their lucky stars they aren't ASDA, where the clientele might just be worse? ;)
Did her able-bodied (can I say that?) brother use the bushes outside Waitrose, I wonder?
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ReplyDeleteMy late father was disabled as were a number of his friends, he and his friends had worked on early computers in the early post war era and worked in the nuclear programme. I cannot imagine them or my father going for a 'shit in the bushes' outside of Tesco. When did being disabled suddenly become being useless?
I scratch my head every time I read her byline: the three handled moniker is usually necessary if a two handled one might result in confusion with another writer with a similar name. I cannot recall any Rhiannons or Cosletts she needs to distinguish herself from. Is she modelling it on a spoilt protagonist from some Edwardian children's moral tale? Or a dark misadventure from Saki? She comes across as petulant, hypersensitive to slights and capable of tantrums if ignored. Not an adult at all.
ReplyDeleteIt should also be noted that she treats the fact that Tesco were prepared to let the matter go, (i.e. One must assume not get the law involved) with such utter contempt.
ReplyDeleteThen again what were Tesco going to do, she'd probably already blarted on about being a writer by the time they arrived, watching on incredulously as her special brother pulled up his slacks and shambled off for latte, imagine the media shit-storm?
Poor disabled person harassed by Tesco* (*actual description buried ten paragraphs in).
"Did her able-bodied (can I say that?) brother use the bushes outside Waitrose, I wonder?"
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" I cannot imagine them or my father going for a 'shit in the bushes' outside of Tesco. When did being disabled suddenly become being useless?"
When the State (i.e. the taxpayer) became recognised as The Money Tree, and pride in oneself became State dependency.
If only we knew what caused this, and could reverse it.
"I scratch my head every time I read her byline..."
The articles themselves are worse. And 'petulant, hypersensitive to slights and capable of tantrums if ignored' seems to describe so many supposed adults of her generation.
"Then again what were Tesco going to do..."
Probably thank their lucky stars they aren't ASDA, where the clientele might just be worse? ;)