Who Lives and Who Dies

There is a little game we play in Improv called King, where as King you decide who lives and who dies, I decided to play this little game myself while sitting at my newsstand. I was surprised by the vast amount of people I let live, most of the human race is completely inoffensive. And if I did have my way, by trends set yesterday, it looks like I would only rid the world of Trisha guests and grumpy people who scowl at me. I’m completely harmless, no need to grimace at me, really.

Well speaking of people who need to be put out of their misery, the Most Miserable Woman in the World came to visit again yesterday. I love how she starts talking to me like I know all the intimate details of her life already. What I pieced together is that she is upset that social care is making her go and visit her son in Thetford (where he is living because he needs to learn more “independence”) and that it will cost 8 pounds to get up there and all she has to live off is a single person's benefits. I should say she said all this while she was taking part in that most inexpensive of habits, smoking. She did also complain about the preacher preaching over in Haymarket. Saying she could “throttle that preacher” and “I’m a Christian but that’s bullocks.” People that pissed off about everything can only make you smile.

I have a billion things to do today so that’s it for now, but more soon and not all of it about the newsstatnd!