Talking 'bout People

So people, we're an interesting bunch... and I'm going to talk about two very interesting ones indeed!

In the red corner weighing in at a mighty 135lbs, hailing from Wisbech, Norfolk, Glenn Drawbridge. I often worry about Glenn, the way he views the world terrifies me, I genuinely think this is how Josef Fritzl might have started out. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not going to get all high & mighty, I am a disgusting human being, I have done terrible things and I will probably end up in the same special corner of hell as Frankie Boyle for the horrendous things I say, but next to Gwenn Drawbridge (intentional w) I might as well be Gary Linekar (Never booked in his whole career...stat!). My main concern right now is for the young women of Birmingham and the surrounding area who happen to bump into / share Facebook friends with Glenn, especially those who don't own rape alarms. Most men will happily joke about sleeping with borderline young women, myself included, but we have a line we draw age wise. My personal one is 18, if she can't legally drink then she won't be able to get drunk enough to black out the memories of sleeping with me. But Glenn has manged to coin a phrase that chills the blood in even my icy heart, "I didn't ask how old she was, I asked if she was fit". And please don't think this is an isolated incident, it started with young looking 18 and 19 year olds, but it has taken a sinister turn recently with references to 15 year old cousins of a yiddish looking man I know. So really I guess this part of my blog is a plea, dear West Midlands police, if you're out there, catch this man and stop him, before the thought of the crime isn't enough... Don't look now, I think he's behind you.

In the blue corner weighing an impressive 200lbs, from somewhere posh I have never heard of, "creepy" Mike. Creepy Mike is actually a chap I work with at a law firm that shall not be named, and he makes it into my blog because of his interesting method in dealing with a situation most men will find quite awkward. Imagine you're walking into / out of the toilets at work as someone else is doing the opposite. Its not fun, but most rational human beings will give a quick nod or tight lipped smile that says, "Yeah, that smell was me, but in about 10 minutes it will be you, so deal with it". Not our Michael. Oh no. As I was peeing at a urinal the other day he came in, and instead of just using one further down (I followed the rules and used the end one) he leaned up against a cubicle and talked to me like we were best friends til my bladder gave in and decided half empty would have to do. This was the second time I had ever met him. Spare a thought for the guy who sits behind me in the office who has worked there about 2 years. As he walked into the toilet Mike was coming out of a cubicle after having done the naughty. This time talking wasn't enough, he planted a meaty (and unwashed) hand on my colleagues chest, muttered something along the lines of, "I hope you're well" and with that he left. Terrifying stuff.

Anyway, I guess the moral of this blog is that even normal looking people can be so much more deadly / sinister / rapey than you ever could imagine. So be safe out there children, and as a wise man once told me, "Be careful when buying settees and chairs... never by suites from strangers".

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