Met the Screamer of Vauxhall today. Now most people at work seem to have met him before, guess I've just been lucky enough to have avoided him. Until now.
Coming out of the Wheatsheaf after my first lunch break in days, Peter and I were stopped as a man appeared from around the corner screaming. I don't mean to suggest he was shouting. He was emitting a high pitch scream, ala horror movie victims too numerous to name.
Supposedly he does this most days all around Vauxhall.
He is most disconcerting.
Maybe the screamer had been in that kinky gay club Hoist under the arches at Vauxhall cross. Apparently you can get thrashed with a cat and nine tails in there.
ReplyDeletehe he... yeah maybe, it's just his usual post party scream to get all that pain out of his system. I work hmm... about 2 seconds from Hoist. :o)
ReplyDeleteWorthing, unfortunately, has a high proportion of these characters:-(
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