Bear With Me, I'm Having A Warm & Fuzzy Moment.

As many who know me will attest, I am a misanthrope, no really! This Wikipedia defines it as “a general dislike, distrust, or hatred of the human species or a disposition to dislike and/or distrust other people's silent consensus about reality.” More importantly I feel, because it’s not one of them nasty “phobia” words, I can relax safe in the knowledge that my hatred is in no way irrational.

The river Mersey is not, depite ongoing efforts, the cleanest of rivers, particularly the bit of it that goes through Warrington. So it was of no surprise when out walking the dog last week, that the DSM[tm] should point out that there was what appeared to be a motorcycle dumped in the water. I noted this fact with all the shock and horror that someone of my cynical outlook could muster and continued on my merry way. It was warm and summy and I was humming a little hum. Now the river here is still tidal, and the water level yesterday had dropped a little from before and as a result more of said "motorcycle" was exposed. Except that it wasn’t. On closer inspection I noted with a Roger Moore-esque flicker of surprise that it was in fact the remains of the front end of a car. A severely cut up car. The mind boggles.



I can only draw comfort from the fact that my misanthropy really isn’t misplaced.