Interesting Shit With Ditch .....

 When I was thirteen, we lived next to the Wrights. They had a son, Andrew. Clearly fucking intelligent beyond his years. He being about seven, at that time. Probably a CEO of some fucking think tank organisation by now.

  Anyway, we lived in semi detached properties, sharing the driveway to our garages. Our front doors opened onto the driveway. As did our back garden doors.

 I'd imagine I must have met young Andrew in the drive then. Exchanged a few words about what ever. And his bright little mind would have led him to ask me shit. I, in return, was happy enough to share my shit with him. 

  Thus I would've took him into the garage. My own sort of 'Man Cave' place, at that time. And there I showed him the creatures I kept in there. Probably some traps. I dunno. Sort of paraphernalia a thirteen year old Ditch Shitter would keep in the garage.

 I was just indulging his curiosity in an off hand way. He was harmless. I thought nothing of it.

 Nor did I think anything else of it when both his parents turned up. Stating that their Andrew had been full of how I'd taken him into the garage and had shown him " Interesting Things ". Their emphasis. They kept saying it. All smiley.

  Said they'd wondered if They might be shown these Interesting Things I'd shown their young son. In what amounted to 'My' garage.

 Sure. I shrugged and led them up the garden path and resignedly pointed out the Gerbils in the cage there. The toads in their tank. The Youngs 'Auto' Mouse Trap. Shit like that.

 And, all the time, they're asking their kid; " And is This the 'Interesting Things' Ditch showed you, Andrew? " Of course, the little kid nodded enthusiastically and repeated the brief explanations I'd given him for what shit was.

 I'm not actually aware how many years later it was that it finally hit me ~ like a fucking express train, quite frankly ~ just what those sick fucking bastards were actually getting at!  

 A good many. Because it never struck me as feasible to then go back there and batter both their fucking greasily smiling faces in for so much as fucking insinuating what they had!

 God invented the Brain Tumour as a special way of sending people, who could think on That level, to fucking Hell.

'Course, then he took his eye off the ball .....


  Anyway, that's got That off my chest. And, believe me, all these decades later it's still what jumps out at me, moment I think of showing anyone anything " Interesting ".

 But, I still have this idea to, just occasionally, show ye some things. Maybe utter bollocks. But, just what ever I happen to consider, at the time, to be 'Interesting Shit'.

 Shit I come across as I go about my daily life. Anything I reckon You might not have seen before. And which ye might find ..... well .....