Desolation

[Cuntbeaks]

A battered wife sits on a sofa, tears of hatred burn her bruised cheek. She is comforted by her assailant, she knows his words of concern are temporary, but part of her believes him.

[SetToStun]

That doesn't even make sense!

[mook]

That doesn't even make sense!

so i missed a comma out.

you do know that i'm not taking the tablets don't you?

[checkoutgirl]

Jobstown county Dublin. Horses, unemployment. Desolation.

[Shoulders?-Stomach!]

Is that the city centre?

[the midnight watch baboon]

Mayor... Des O'Lation

[checkoutgirl]

Is that the city centre?

That's the embassy.

[SetToStun]

so i missed a comma out.

you do know that i'm not taking the tablets don't you?

Sorry, mookie - I must just be missing the point (it was a long and arduous weekend and last night didn't help). If you're not taking the tablets are you at least back on the brekkie Merlot?

[mook]

no more merlot. EVER.

[SetToStun]

That makes me sad :-(

How about a lightly-chilled red Gamay?

[mook]

stick it.

[SetToStun]

Steady on old son - just trying to be friendly. Are you really on the wagon for good, then?

[Hound Of The Basketballs]

Getting an email from the estate agent for your approval with a schedule attached, and the schedule is for your childhood home. You'd never seen it empty before, but the house-clearance people went round last week. You're an only child and both your parents died within two years. Goes on the market tomorrow, and you wonder if you're going to have a breakdown over this.

If there's a thread for this, could somebody direct me?

[Hank Venture]

Going through your former happily married now deceased dad's personal belongings, you find a solitary magazine, homosexually pornographic in nature.

[BlodwynPig]

An old VHS tape is found in a mouldy box at the back of the attic - the label reads "Infant Nigel"

Excited by rolling back the memories to ice-cream sunny days in the mid-80s, you drag out your VHS player and plug it in.

Glitchy, the tape starts to play. Ah, mother...*smiles*, father *pride*,...err...hang on...Fred West!!!!!!

Nigel found dead 3 weeks later by his sister. Hung himself in the attic...VHS tape littered around the floor. No suicide note.

[Hank Venture]

A sickly pensioner takes the weekly trip to the store. Forgot what fag brand she's smoked for all her life. Buys four packs of the wrong kind. At home, exhausted, she remembers. Smokes them anyway, hates them. Dies of cancer.

[thraxx]

Going through your former happily married now deceased dad's personal belongings, you find a solitary magazine, homosexually pornographic in nature.

*hand moves hesitantly to flies of trousers*

[Hank Venture]

A man pissing in a beer bottle before handing it to a begging tramp.

[thraxx]

One legged pigeon pecking at a fag end under a sick-caked seat at Bradford bus station on a cold and grey Sunday morning.  You see a poster heralding Now Doubt's latest comeback album - you notice the corner is torn off, and then a squatting wincing man wiping his arse with it.  His liquid faeces is snaking down the pavement towards you.  You'd better move.

[BlodwynPig]

One legged pigeon pecking at a fag end under a sick-caked seat at Bradford bus station on a cold and grey Sunday morning.  You see a poster heralding Now Doubt's latest comeback album - you notice the corner is torn off, and then a squatting wincing man wiping his arse with it.  His liquid faeces is snaking down the pavement towards you.  You'd better move.

*skips joyously out of thread*

[Hank Venture]

- A women's shelter closing due to budget cuts.

- A funeral attended by no one. Except you, but you sneak out before the priest spots you.

- A collection of children's dolls and teddy bears, all coloured in the crotch with a red Biro.

[Hank Venture]

- A catalogued and alphabetised porn collection

[Quote]

An oblivious pensioner rides his mobility scooter through the aisles of Morrisons, unaware that his leaky catheter bag is leaving a trail of piss behind him like an electrified slug. A spotty 16-your old employee follows at a respectful distance with his mop and bucket.

[Hank Venture]

- A man deliberately pissing on the floor in a public restroom, so he can see the reflection of the bloke in the next cubicle wiping his arse.

[Foggy Buntwhistle]

City boy's been out on a (tinder)date with a reasonably nice, intelligent and attractive lady. After a few drinks they're walking back to the station, they walk past a beggar, cup out, few loose coins in it.
Chance to impress the lady, city boy pulls 300 quid out of his wallet, fresh crisp notes. Propositions the poor sod with naught but jangles in a used cafe nero cup. "I'm gonna toss a coin, if you win you get the three hundred, but if I win I'll take the coins out of your cup."
Of course old cider guts takes the gamble...loses. City boy takes the £1.37 out of the cup, it's mostly 5 and 10ps.

[poo]

A man has a stroke at his daughter's wedding.

[poo]

A gaunt young woman holds a baby as she sits on a bus travelling through a northern city one wet midwinter's evening. She tries to wipe away the condensation on the inside of the bus window.

[poo]

People waiting at a bus stop outside a hospital.

[poo]

An old man checks the timetable at a city centre bus station so that he can catch a bus home to an empty house.

[poo]

A bus.