I once enjoyed a delicious Colombian meal at a street table in Seven Sisters, north London. Shortly after the food arrived two men got into an altercation on the street, both acting like complete arseholes. One of them then disappeared off for 5 minutes and returned with a claw hammer he’d bought from a nearby hardware shop. He attacked the man half-arsedly with the claw hammer for a while then wandered off, but not far. Then the police turned up, and did a terrible job of working out who hammer man was.
It was very entertaining, and the man who was being attacked with the hammer was not really injured. Dinner and a show 🤌
I was once waiting for a bus around there. I had my headphones on full blast and was just enjoying the sunny day. Random bus drivers would stop, break out a sweat and frantically try to wave me to come on to the bus, but I waved them on because they weren’t my bus.
Finally I got hungry and as I turned to grab my duffel bag, I saw two guys surrounded by a group of men, going at each other with a knife, one of them thrusting up to his face and the other holding his hand down. Police swarmed about a minute later. I got on the fucking next bus.
So weird to think of hanging on to your rage through the process of selecting a hammer and purchasing it. I think when I pulled out my credit card I’d be like “this is stupid - I should be buying a crowbar”.
I once enjoyed a delicious Colombian meal at a street table in Seven Sisters, north London. Shortly after the food arrived two men got into an altercation on the street, both acting like complete arseholes. One of them then disappeared off for 5 minutes and returned with a claw hammer he’d bought from a nearby hardware shop. He attacked the man half-arsedly with the claw hammer for a while then wandered off, but not far. Then the police turned up, and did a terrible job of working out who hammer man was. It was very entertaining, and the man who was being attacked with the hammer was not really injured. Dinner and a show 🤌
I was once waiting for a bus around there. I had my headphones on full blast and was just enjoying the sunny day. Random bus drivers would stop, break out a sweat and frantically try to wave me to come on to the bus, but I waved them on because they weren’t my bus.
Finally I got hungry and as I turned to grab my duffel bag, I saw two guys surrounded by a group of men, going at each other with a knife, one of them thrusting up to his face and the other holding his hand down. Police swarmed about a minute later. I got on the fucking next bus.
So weird to think of hanging on to your rage through the process of selecting a hammer and purchasing it. I think when I pulled out my credit card I’d be like “this is stupid - I should be buying a crowbar”.
I know right?! Grandpa always taught me: choose the right tool for the job.