the wrath

my unbrindled fury claimed a few victims last week
to list a few:

1. a taxi driver on strike that was idling standing in the middle of the road smoking a fag got a fist waved at him accompanied by a string of insults. result: he jumped in the cab and sped into the distance. he was last seen raising chickens in the heel of the country.
2. work colleagues were fed the icy silent treatment and told to fuk off at regular instances in tight-lipped monosyllables.
3. maude was flung across the room a few times and locked in the loo once
4. the wall was punched a few times. there is a chip where my knuckle made an impact
5. a pot of foi gras was slammed across the table for refusing to open. refusing stitches i bled profusely overnight

however, hormones are back in check and i'm back to lamb-like demeanour.
hugs and puppies all round. soz.