At the end of a train of events too dull to mention (the highlight of which involved calling his previous head-of-year a "spacker"), the boy Scaryduck Junior started at a new school the other week. This was, in Duck household term, epic WIN.Just for form's sake – because he's on the cusp of his teenage years and it wouldn't be the done thing otherwise – I agreed to walk him to and from the school gate for the first couple of days.
So. First day. A triumph. We've got the lad into a school that is nine shades of excellent, and everybody is happy.
And I?
"'S funny. Nobody talked to me at the school gate. Loads of pointing, though."
The fragrant Mrs Duck knows the answer: "You didn't go dressed like that?"
"I might have done."
"And you wore that old coat of yours, didn't you?"
I couldn't disagree. I love that old coat like an …err… old coat. The trouble is…
"The trouble is – it makes you look like a paedo."
"A paedo."
"When you go to the school, try not to look like a paedo."
I agreed. When standing outside the school gates, it is best not to look like you are planning paedo-geddon on the poor innocents as this doesn't play well with the gallery. Tattooed, screechy mothers will attempt to have you hung from a nearby tree pour encourager les autres.
"Tomorrow, why don't you take the dog? It'll stop you from looking like a paedo."
Tomorrow came, like that song about tomorrow coming, and I am standing outside the school gates with Lucy Minogue, trying not to look like a paedo.
As you may already know, sweet, sweet Lucy Minogue isn't some huge, fanged hell-hound. She is small, fluffy and wears a pink collar. In short, and judging from the scowls of the local harpies, she has not helped me look less of a paedo.
And then, as the boy came out of the school gate, it slipped out.
Who knows what possessed me? Ten words that condemn me in the face of pointless moral panic playing on public ignorance. Ten words that put me in the same bracket as not-poor, dead Gary Glitter in the eyes of these ingloriously ignorant helicopter parents. Ten words:
"Hello little boy. Would you like to stroke my puppy?"
Then I was sick inna hedge.
15 comments:
Try taking boiled sweeties. That always works.
Dammit second, but at least id ha a traditional ending.
It had. you know what I mean. Early morning fingers.
Heh - now that brightened up my morning :)
FYI - wine gums are a winner...apparently
Heh - now that brightened up my morning :)
FYI - wine gums are a winner...apparently
Reminds me of the time I took my precious cat to the school gates and asked the kids if they wanted to pat it.
Taking a puppy to the school gate to stop the criticism. Is Lucy Minogue a hush puppy?
For the win, you forgot to put pants on?
I laughed so hard toast nearly came out my nose!
And now I'm awake. Thank you!
You weren't carrying Lucy Minogue in a man-bag were you?
I don't know what a paedo coat looks like. How do I know I'm not wearing one?
Richard, if Scary was carrying a little dog in a man bag then the gossip would be about Scary and his gay jacket. But after reading his blog for some time I believe that Scary should be wearing a straight jacket.
pour ENCOURAGER les autres???
Signed,
Too Late to Matter Commenter
Jewish paedo: "Hello little boy, would you like to buy a sweety?"
It was certainly interesting for me to read that post. Thanks for it. I like such themes and anything that is connected to them. I definitely want to read a bit more on that blog soon.
BTW, use GPS blocker to jam all spy devices in your home or at work.
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