Tales of horror!
Once a week I get a coffee at my favourite coffee-place and take an hour or so to read the local paper (my friday-morning ritual I guess).
This particular paper I like because it’s fairly liberal and fairly light-hearted, but still manages to get a reasonable amount of new information (mainly I check the tech, cinema/theatre reviews, science news and local business sections) into an issue. There’s one thing that really gets on my wick though… “Mr and Mrs <whoever> returned from their holiday in <country of choice>” with ‘Tales of Horror!’”. It’s in every issue and of course there have been endless TV shows in the ‘<thingy> from hell!!!’ vein.
Really, horror? HORROR!?!?!
Yes, so there was construction nearby, or the toilets didn’t have doors, BFD. Please Mr and Mrs <whoever>… get over yourselves; unless you lost a leg or had your face eaten off, I’m pretty sure it’s not a tale of horror, it’s just mildly unpleasant. Think yourself lucky that you’re not locked in a cage, sold as a sex slave or forced to dig up ‘blood’ diamonds from the age of 6. Horror… what a load of bollocks. Bring back the british stiff-upper-lip and learn to tell the difference between true horror and a ‘flesh wound’ ;) Please.
