This, Ladies and Gents, is The Looney Bench of Queens Rd. That transitional place where we end up, somewhere between sanity and another world. There is always somebody there, either waiting, listening, or offering a point of view on nothing much in particular. Sometimes a poet, other times a bag woman. A can of Special Brew is never far away. Nobody knows what they talk about, but it’s always busy. Blockbusters is right behind with the latest, rather appropriate, offering displayed on the telephone kiosk. Maybe you have to go through some right of passage to sit there? having lived here 27 years I have never dared sit there, but there’s time........
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It is, in fact, a Naughty Bench; a development of the Stocks. Soon to be mandatory in all areas of more than 1000 citizens, the NB is where citizens will be sent for breaching Gordon's Laws. This chap is there because, not only has he been putting a strain on the NHS through obesity, he has (because of the excessive amount of food he has been consuming) single-handedly caused world food prices to rise.
I have sat on this bench.... does this make me slightly insane?
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