I am a patient type of bloke, normally, but something happens when I go into Woolwich, I am convinced it is not me its them!
I was walking towards Sainsbury's to pick up some Mozzerella Cheese (not the buffalo stuff thats got a food scare), ahead of me was a lady with a pushchair who suddenly stopped, without warning, causing me to bump into her, now she turned around and had a moan at me, bearing in mind I restrained myself and said I was sorry but that she had just stopped dead in her tracks, this was not good enough for my new found friend, so she continued to rant at me, I decided to move on, and noticed the pram was empty! so the gloves were off, and I let the hapless one have both barrels. Now a worry comes into my mind, where the hell is the child?