Morrison's car park and an aggressive beggar.

Well, after a fairly quiet period, I can finally get back to my forte. A RANT! Oh, and it feels SO good.....

After seeing Dad in the nursing home today (he was completely sparko - deeply asleep - I could not shave him or do any of the usual things I try to do to make his remaining time any more comfortable. That's how it sometimes goes). Mum and I got a lift from her next door neighbour from the nursing home; this very charitable service normally occurs on most Wednesdays. I get dropped of by the service road directly adjacent to the River Thames walkway / promenade and jetty next to Morrison's in Erith town centre. It is just around the corner from my house, and enables me to go and do a little shopping on my way home, before logging on to the company network and doing a couple of hours' work each evening to make up for my afternoon's absence.

I had no sooner waved them off when a scruffily dressed and shifty looking woman who initially looked to be in her mid fifties, but upon closer inspection was probably no more than thirty, approached, and asked me in a wheedling voice if I could spare her change for a bus ticket. Immediately I checked her out; a hatchet faced harridan with no front teeth and corroded pegs for those still remaining, lank and greasy unwashed hair and a real vibe of underclass. Horrible. Having sussed exactly what her pitch was, I turned back towards her vile countenance. "And what exactly do you want the money for again? Let me guess... Smack? No. From the state of what's left of your teeth I reckon you want cash for more Crystal Meth. Either that your retarded and myopic pimp whacked you one in the gob."

She then screetched a vile torrent of incoherent abuse, stopping suddenly in a contrite voice to ask "So you won't help me then?" I replied as I made to move off. "I would not piss on you if you were laying in the gutter burning". Quality. I would have stayed longer to exchange further banter with this misguided social inadequate, but a small child only a few yards away was stroking a friendly local cat, and I was concerned that if I did not cut the exchange short, it might have over run in her direction with potentially unfortunate results. I thought it prudent to walk off at that point, stopping off at Morrison's to inform the Security Manager of the situation. Hopefully she would later be captured, thoroughly beaten and taught the error of her ways; somehow I doubt it. Scum. Erith in a nutshell.