Political Penguin

Yesterday I was in an undisclosed town in the Black Country. While walking through the bus station I was asked by a youth aged about 14-16 “which town is this mate?”

Now to ask directions is no problem, “what street is this?” is a valid question but if someone doesn’t know what town they’re in when their standing in the bloody bus station surrounded by signs with the towns name then there’s something wrong.

On a side issue, 100 yards down the road I was stopped by someone who I’m assuming was under the influence of some substance or another and asked:

“Have you ever come here to f*ck somebody?” Fearing I may have been mistaken for a male prostitute I hurried on and ignored the guy calling after me.

There truly are some weird people out there.