More Problems with Pensioners

Evening All!  Apologies for a lack of blogging over the weekend, was feeling under the weather was a vicious headache and sore throat.  Thought it was the old Swine Flu, but plenty of sleep and some industrial strength ibuprofen seems to have done the trick.

Anyway, thought I'd regale you with another run in with a Senior Citizen.  As you know the oldest of the Macbeth children seems to have caught the thespian bug and his theatre group meet on a Saturday Morning at the impressive Ferryhill Church.  They have a coffee shop there and I while away the 90 minutes by sitting catching up on my emails on my Crackberry and having a coffee and a bacon roll.

Smallest Macbeth was with me this Saturday and he is a energetic wee soul who didn't want to sit on his backside so we had a walk to Duthie Park, and had a look round the Winter Gardens.  We then went back to get his big brother.  There's a side entrance to the church, we went there, rang the bell, but there was no answer.  So I went round to the main entrance and entered the church via the coffee shop.

I'm struggling with the doors to get wee Macbeth's buggy through them and I'm instantly confronted by an old curmudgeon.  He is not one of the usual helpers at the coffee shop, who are all pensioners and very friendly.

This arsehole screams at me "are you here for the theatre group", I said yes and he went ballistic.  "Should use the side door"; "can't come in this way".  I protested that I had tried but I couldn't get an answer, to which he waved his hand at me in a "don't care" manner.  All this in front of a mesmerised full coffee shop and a little lad in his buggy confused as to why his dad is being shouted at by a pish stained, foaming at the mouth madman. 

I wasn't feeling that well and after my last run in I just walked away.  I couldn't believe it.  What the hell is it with me and mentalist old fogeys?  I bet the old bastard was at Church yesterday giving it the whole pious Christian thing too.  Hypocrite.

Needless to say they will not be getting my custom again. I'll head to the coffee shop at the Duthie Park instead.  I probably spend a couple of hundred quid a year in there, but no more. 

My faith in anyone in this country is beginning to dive towards zero.  What has happened to this once great country?

So I need a tonic.  A good tune perhaps?  Why not.  May I guide you towards the new single from the Stereophonics - "Innocent".  Mrs Macbeth has always been a fan of these Welsh rockers and this song has converted me.