Jesus!!! In the space of a twenty minute walk I saw them piled up like turnips at the market, so many dead and dying brolleys scatered around the place there should have been a spooky mist and the occasional thud of distant heavy artillery. Ok, as usual I exagerate but there were definately more than usual, make no mistake it was windy, oh yes. But you're gonna know, arent you, on a very windy day, well my old brolleys gonna get torn to pieces, probably better not use it??!! Ok, these unlucky examples skipped the level one risk assessment and gave way to the contemporary trend of 'if it's broke don't fix it chuck it and go pound shop dont give a fockism'.
So in reverse order, also ran no 4 - City brolley, all sins are the same under the cloak of universal black, could be anyones, almost bin bag like, my hairs gonna be messed up for my meeting at 10, I work in the financial, quarter flung down in disgust with it's tentacles trailing, just another statistic.
Coming in at no. 3, found it in the hall of my shared house, probably no-ones if you accept the moral collective ownership of free gift, value-less easy come, easy go goodbye brolley-ist philoshophy. This failed spectacularly and was flung down without a second thought, it's stem seemed sturdy, its fate sealed by a stong gust.
No. 2 has got fighting spirit, down but not out. Striving to find a way out of this hell hole Corporation bin and, hope upon hope, be rescued by a 'nothing wrong with that, found it in a bin, lasted me for years' type citizen. It's pure invitation is almost propositional, pull my handle and I'm yours it seems to be saying. Nearly a winner.
Not to be outdone on this occasion is the pure and simple classic, landed from a great height (could have been outer space judging by the devasation and the 'splatter pattern' of this unfortunate) red and white, given up all hope. Looks very Chinese Shipping Container, cheap as you like, cracker quality. It is devastated, grandad couldn't take this to his shed and fix it up and make it as good as knew. It wasn't good when it was new. Its fucked to pieces. Its flung down like a WWF loser at the end of the show, it's a flat chested wet t-shirt with a wonky shaft, say no more.
So in reverse order, also ran no 4 - City brolley, all sins are the same under the cloak of universal black, could be anyones, almost bin bag like, my hairs gonna be messed up for my meeting at 10, I work in the financial, quarter flung down in disgust with it's tentacles trailing, just another statistic.
Coming in at no. 3, found it in the hall of my shared house, probably no-ones if you accept the moral collective ownership of free gift, value-less easy come, easy go goodbye brolley-ist philoshophy. This failed spectacularly and was flung down without a second thought, it's stem seemed sturdy, its fate sealed by a stong gust.
No. 2 has got fighting spirit, down but not out. Striving to find a way out of this hell hole Corporation bin and, hope upon hope, be rescued by a 'nothing wrong with that, found it in a bin, lasted me for years' type citizen. It's pure invitation is almost propositional, pull my handle and I'm yours it seems to be saying. Nearly a winner.
Not to be outdone on this occasion is the pure and simple classic, landed from a great height (could have been outer space judging by the devasation and the 'splatter pattern' of this unfortunate) red and white, given up all hope. Looks very Chinese Shipping Container, cheap as you like, cracker quality. It is devastated, grandad couldn't take this to his shed and fix it up and make it as good as knew. It wasn't good when it was new. Its fucked to pieces. Its flung down like a WWF loser at the end of the show, it's a flat chested wet t-shirt with a wonky shaft, say no more.
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