Father Figure

At the KC Stadium and at a recent game between Hull FC and Sheffield in the Carnegie Challenge Cup, the stewards were handing out those fucking annoying TRY/NO TRY things. At the end of the game, I was watching the spectators in the north east corner when I was a young boy throw an airplane which he had made out of one of these wastes of paper.

He promptly sat down after I shook my head to indicate that he's not allowed to do that, for obvious reasons. His father, sat next to him shook his head in disbelief that I had told his son to stop throwing an item which could hit somebody in the back of the head or eye and cause them (and the stadium) a lot of hassle. The father leaned over to his son and told him to make the airplane out of his, and promptly handed him his TRY/NO TRY card thing.

After making the airplane and the boy and the father both being aware I was watching, the kid had it in his hand behind his back ready to throw it. His father was looking at me with a "Who the hell do you think you are?" look. The game was about 2 minutes to the hooter at this point and Hull FC were winning 44 - 6, and the fans were getting a little restless. I kept my eye on the boy, regardless.

The final hooter did sound and they made their way from the top of the east stand, down the stairs and out of the vomitary and while the father was walking by me, he uttered something to the other adult who he came with. I recognized words, "fucking", "cunt" and "arsehole".

What stupid cunt waste of space, excuse for a Dad swears in front of their child like that, and what stupid, dumb, fat fuck of a father figure encourages their child to throw things at other people? I hope he doesn't have health insurance and ends up with lung cancer and has to be on a waiting list for a new one and while waiting, it spreads to his colon and makes him shit himself on a daily basis.

The boy? I hope he realizes that his Dad is a fucking arsehole and leaves home after going to College and goes to a University away from Hull.

Welcome to Kingston-Upon-Hell

Kingston-Upon-Hull, a city on the River Humber/River Hull mouth, with a terrible case of halitosis. I've lived here for many years and I still, no matter how many times I shower, can't get the smell of urine and sewerage off my skin and off the follicles of hair inside my nostrils. I've tried, believe me.

According to Wikipedia, this excuse for a city houses just under 250,000 people. Mostly living in council houses and on benefits, or students living 7 in a house for £30 a week. The majority of them are either babies, or teenage girls who are slags and are now 16 and have a 9 month old child called after somebody from Blazing Squad. Hepatitis B isn't legal enough for my liking.

I will be giving you a unique (honest) insight into this city in the form of a weblog, or blog. See what I did there? I used an Internet buzzword. BLOG! Blog! Wow, I'm a part of the blogosphere now!