erixter,hanging with ferals.

was on my way to work last night.
at around 7.30.
as usual.
as i approach the town centre,

(well,
i say "town centre".
it's a small roundabout,
with three off-roads.
and there's a built-up,
concrete-stepped,
mound in the middle,
erected around a stone pillar,
that was once a cross i believe.
it is,
actually known,
as "the cross".)

there were youths,
kicking a ball about,
hammering it against two walls of adjoining public toilets,
and chinese takeaway.
suddenly,
there it was,
the ball,
coming straight at me.
with less than the blink of any eye to decide.
should i ignore it?
stop it from rolling past me,
and up the high street?
what?

first touched controlled it,
"on me 'ead son"
yeah right.

first touch nearly missed it,
two strides to retrieve it,
and then,
with a quick flick of the toe,
sent back to the mob.

"cheers mate!"
"nice one!"




so,
in two consecutive days,
i've had one of the bitches saying "hi!" to me.
and made contact,
sort of,
with the local stray dog fraternity.

i can't wait for monday.
well it beats verbal abusive.


life eh?

you just never know.