Tom
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Today was a laugh. Was filming next to Brighton Pier, and 2 pikies rode up on their bikes and started shouting every time our presenter tried to speak to camera. The 2 guys I was working with very politely asked them to stop, repeatedly, and we managed 2 takes before they started up again.
"FUCKING *****, I OWN THIS FUCKING PIER U WANKERS"
"Guys, please, just give us 2 minutes and we'll be gone"
"FUCKOFF WE WERE HERE FIRST, WE CAN FUCKING SAY WHAT WE WANT"
I've no patience for scum like this, and standing there with my gear around my neck, I couldn't help but to glare at the noisiest one. He noticed, walked right up to my face, and said "I'M FUCKING SICK OF THIS WANKER STARING AT ME LIKE I'M A PIECE OF SHIT, IF HE DOESN'T STOP IT I'M GONNA FUCKING LUMP HIM".
Now normally, I'd be a bit worried at this point, but when its a 14-year old half my size mouthing off at me, I really don't get that excited.
"I'M GONNA GET MY FUCKING DAD DOWN TO LUMP YOU ONE YOU WANKER"
Never in my life have I wanted to punch somebody as much as I did at that moment. The icing on the cake would have been that as soon as he was down on the floor, nose bleeding profusely, I would have picked up his mountain bike, and thrown the fucker into the sea (a good 30 feet below us). The trouble is, you hit these *****, and you're the one who ends up in jail! If I hadn't been working, I would have happily done it, but a TV crew tends to be a bit conspicuous, and our hotel was only a couple of hundred yards away, so I would have been nicked eventually.
God damn, I really, REALLY, want to drive the 300 miles back down there, find the little ****, and kick his balls up around his ears. I'm not a violent person either.
"FUCKING *****, I OWN THIS FUCKING PIER U WANKERS"
"Guys, please, just give us 2 minutes and we'll be gone"
"FUCKOFF WE WERE HERE FIRST, WE CAN FUCKING SAY WHAT WE WANT"
I've no patience for scum like this, and standing there with my gear around my neck, I couldn't help but to glare at the noisiest one. He noticed, walked right up to my face, and said "I'M FUCKING SICK OF THIS WANKER STARING AT ME LIKE I'M A PIECE OF SHIT, IF HE DOESN'T STOP IT I'M GONNA FUCKING LUMP HIM".
Now normally, I'd be a bit worried at this point, but when its a 14-year old half my size mouthing off at me, I really don't get that excited.
"I'M GONNA GET MY FUCKING DAD DOWN TO LUMP YOU ONE YOU WANKER"
Never in my life have I wanted to punch somebody as much as I did at that moment. The icing on the cake would have been that as soon as he was down on the floor, nose bleeding profusely, I would have picked up his mountain bike, and thrown the fucker into the sea (a good 30 feet below us). The trouble is, you hit these *****, and you're the one who ends up in jail! If I hadn't been working, I would have happily done it, but a TV crew tends to be a bit conspicuous, and our hotel was only a couple of hundred yards away, so I would have been nicked eventually.
God damn, I really, REALLY, want to drive the 300 miles back down there, find the little ****, and kick his balls up around his ears. I'm not a violent person either.