brendan vs horsey #2

There's just been a rat-a-tat-tat at my window, followed by a 'ping', which in turn was followed by a large 'clack'. It was bloody Brendan, throwing stones up, trying to attract my attention. I wouldn't normally mind - stones are as easy to ignore as shouts - but unfortunately Brendan's the sort of over-zealous person who could easily break your window even if he wasn't trying to.

But before I could acknowledge his presence, Horsey from downstairs stepped in…

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Oh, hi honey. Hi there baby. How you keeping?"
"Are you trying to break my window or something?"
"Sorry sugar. I'm just trying to get Duncan."
"If you're not shouting, you're throwing rocks!"
"They're not rocks, baby, they're just pebbles..."
"He's not in. Please don't do it again."

She slammed her window back down, and now Brendan's striding away with that cocksure rocking motion of his, chest puffed out, shoulders back, head wibbling about like Stevie Wonder's. You wouldn't think he'd just been defeated by a five foot nothing girl with mousey hair, but he has.

catchuz laterz
Duncan

p.s. here's a picture of Hastings beach to make you feel nice

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