After last weeks rollercoaster of posts – and mass of birthdays – I thought it was only fair to start this week with something chill. Something ‘easy’ to embrace and deal with.
But life isn’t fair, which is why I’m going to start the week with the coldest piece of shit I may have ever seen.
And given I come from Nottingham and have worked in adland for 3+ decades, I’ve seen a lot of cold shit in my time.
But here’s the thing … as the title of the post states, the person responsible for this ‘hired killer’ vibe is not who you would expect.
It’s not a member of the toxic masculinity brigade.
Nor is it one of the Hollywood tough guy (b)rat pack.
Hell, it’s not even a WWF wrestler in full ‘hype mode’.
Oh no … it’s someone very different to all that.
Both in terms of age and gender.
Because the coldest shit you’re ever going to hear comes from an elderly lady.
Someone – if you saw them on a bus – you’d think was a sweet old lady who might be lonely so you strike up a conversation with them.
That is till they tell you about their life and then you’d get off that bus as soon as you fucking could. Running in the opposite direction until your legs can’t take any more. And even then you’d probably try and drag yourself in a bush to hide.
Because while you can’t help but admire their honesty, you also can’t help be bloody terrified by their emotionless brutality.
But on the bright side, Tate, Putin and Trump seem utter wimps next to her.
Enjoy … especially the way the interviewer goes from ‘amazed curiosity’ to, “errrrm, this is a bit fucked up”.
It’s Monday gold. You’re welcome.