Drama on the High Street

What with all the crap that London has been going through over the last 48 hours, the Paisley Police Force is out in full today. The High Street is therefore more congested than usual. But do you think the residents are on high alert? Hell no. They are certainly not alarmed by the increased police presence. The same old aimless wandering is going on, as usual.

I'd like to think that this is a silent en masse thumb-nosing at the terrorists, a mass show of support for the We're Not Afraid campaign. But alas, I fear that would be giving credit where it is definitely not due. I'd be surprised if these locals had even heard of the anti-terrorism initiative taking their country, if not the world, by storm.

Case in point. Walking behind Mr & Mrs McOld-Fart down the High Street is always a nightmare, particularly so in today's good weather. She stops to chat, he stops to...well, God only knows why he stops. He just does. Right in front of me. Jerk.

I hate lunch hour shopping with a passion. Hated it at home, and hate it here. But it's the only time that office workers really have to get things done. But do you think that the old farts, young mums with prams, and snotty brats, realise this? No. Or perhaps they do, and they're trying to tell me not to work in an office on such a beautiful day, and instead get out in the sunshine and amble, at a snail's pace, down the High Street all day? Smug bastards.