The fat family.
Two men and a woman, all mid-50’s, white hair, podgy faces and bodies.
They moved up to my area recently, currently seated directly facing me two banks of desks away.
I don’t know anything about these people, I’m sure they are lovely, intelligent, hard-working, all that good stuff.
But here’s what I noticed .. they all look exactly the same .. like some sort of clones who have been fed a strict diet of McDonalds.
Face, body, hair … All very similar.
Absolutely no idea .. apart from the fact that they talk non-stop and are constantly stuffing their already fat faces.
Do you think that they are good people are bad people?
Get real for fucks sakes!
How can you possibly make such a decision on so little information?
Of course they are good people, holding down a job, earning a living for their families.
Even if it is just the one family! 🙂
But don’t confuse being fat or old or grey with being incapable.
That would only say more about you than them.
How do you go about killing someone?
Well that kinda depends if you want to get caught or not.
Let’s imagine for a moment .. or as long as it takes to read this .. that you wanted to murder your ex wife or former partner.
We aren’t talking reasons. .. that’s up to you .. let’s talk practicalities.
Statistically most murders of women are stabbings committed by their partner or former partner in the women’s home or partners home.
So in most cases Miss Scarlet does gets murdered by Mr Green in the Living Room with the dagger.
The implication of these statistics is that regardless if you consciously plan to murder or in a moment of passion react violently and kill your partner then no matter how you try and hide it, Inspector Cluedo will already have a good inkling that it was you and it’s just a matter of collating the evidence.
Do you remember all those old episodes of Colombo, still being broadcast on satellite channels?
Typically some woman is killed, usually in glamorous locations in unglamorous circumstances.
The inspector turns up like a bad smell in his grubby raincoat. He’s the little guy, the underrated underdog that nobody wants hanging around embarrassing them in their perfectly imperfect lifestyles.
He takes one look at the scene, It’s not obvious who killed the poor woman but Colombo knows a liar when he sees one.
Continue reading “Wolf – 8 – Whodunnit?”
An interesting read on the disappearance of Madeline McCann and detailing evidence that has been suppressed, but can now be published.
Personally, I’ve always thought this case stank to high heavens and wondered why the McCanns were never charged with neglect at the very least
In addition to JJ’s post, please find the translation of the book by the Portuguese lead investigating officer Goncalo Amaral. This is not available in English as an injunction was taken about by the McCanns preventing its publication in 2008.
However a Portuguese court overturned the injunction in 2015 allowing details to be published.
The most chilling facts are the police sniffer dogs found evidence of a cadaver in the apartment rented by the McCanns and that the cadaver was hidden behinf the sofa and in the McCanns rental car.
I’ve also included the interview details published in the Telegraph from Kate McCann where she refused to answer any questions on the disappearance or murder of her daughter.
Question 48 is particularly damning
48- Did you have any responsibility or intervention in your daughter’s disappearance?
In my opinion, her lack of response is clear sign of involvement or knowledge that she does not want to divulge.
Would you agree that any parent who had no involvement would respond accordingly and openly?
So who did kill Maddy?
She’s a very attractive woman.
Particularly when you look past her subtle make-up and realise what age she is.
I’d guess that she’s late 40s, her long dark hair tied back showing her pretty features although the lines under her eyes give the game away.
She’s dressed to thrill, classic rather than trendy. Her dress reminds me of the one that Julia Roberts wore to the polo match in Pretty Woman, only this has black polka-dots and is fitted rather than flouncy and accentuates her shapely figure.
She sits with her legs crossed, the increased tension and her recent fake-tan, emphasises the muscle tone in her legs.
Those are great legs.
She is directly opposite me ten feet away with the entrance foyer between us.
We are both sitting on the aisle side of a bank of three seats and as the train is relatively quiet we have an unencumbered view of each other and it’s difficult not to get caught looking never mind making eye contact.
Occasionally our eyes meet as we both look up and forward at the same time then just as quickly we look away.
I mean, we are on a train, what’s going to happen?
Continue reading “Train Stories – Basic Instincts?”
A friend of mine was recently telling me about the depression he suffers, how it is always there even when he puts a brave face on it.
I would never judge him, how someone feels is how they feel .. they can’t help that, even if things are better than they percieve, it’s a mind-set and difficult to break out of.
It’s too simple to say to someone that they need to look around and appreciate how lucky they are .. good home, great job, a decent regular income.
Continue reading “Changing The Future For The Better?”
“Let’s go to bed” She said
And you’re wondering what’s going on?
One minute it’s all systems go, then there’s a straight red because of her time of month.. Now she wants to go to bed with you?
Talk about mixed messages? Continue reading “Blind-Sided – 11 – Choices?”
It’s Friday night and I’ve been out after work with some colleagues, a few drinks to celebrate the end of my project and people moving on elsewhere.
By 1030pm, I’ve had enough Peroni that safety my switch kicks in and it’s time to head for home.
I wander down to Argyle Street station heading back to Cambuslang.
The train arrives almost immediately and I board and notice that although it’s sparsely populated each booth is full apart from one at the end.
That will do for me!
As I get to the booth, I notice on the opposite booth a guy about 30, dark cropped hair, quite tall, just a little bit chubby.
I take my seat and face forward, pulling out my phone to check any messages.
Someone says “How was your night?” and I look round and the guy is looking at me waiting for a response.
It seemed rude not to reply.
“It was fine mate” and I look back at my phone.
Note the use of the word “mate” .. courtesous, friendly even although the context was brief and dismissive .. i.e. I’ll be friendly but I don’t want to talk.
“Did you do anything special?”
Continue reading “Train Stories – Unwanted Attention”