Road rage and the missing girl and a pair of "paedophiles"

About 7pm tonight I took Rocky for his evening walk, normally I would go into Pearson Park but at the moment I don't feel that it is safe. By this I mean a couple of times recently there has been a group of Kurdish, and once one of the dirty bastards spat on Rocky's back, and on another occasion one flicked his cigarette end at Rocky. I think that this kind of behaviour is unacceptable, and I said as much. They seemed to think that this was amusing. What I wanted to do was cave their fucking skulls in with a masonry hammer. However, I am trying to stay out of prison. So, I am trying to avoid conflict and varied my routine and took Rocky for a different walk.

The (A1079) Beverley Road is notorious for its accidents. And, the crossroads near my house is like trying to negotiate a minefield. The traffic lights are three-way in that the Hull to Beverley and Beverley to Hull are the same, but Queen's Road and Sculcoates Lane are opposites. The change sequence is very short, and does not allow for red light jumpers and pedestrians to cross at the same time. I am stood in front of the stationary traffic from Sculcoates Lane, and notice that a car is waiting to turn right from Hull and as he is on the yellow squares I give way to him. Just as he passes me I start to cross and see that the car which had been behind the white line make a dash for it and had I not pulled up in time he would have hit myself and Rocky. I shouted "cunt" at him as he passed, and I noticed the traffic from Queen's Road already coming. I was seething. I noticed that he had stopped a bit further down and that his reversing lights came on. So I thought, 'yes, you want some?' and ran towards him. He reversed into a side road and the driver's window was down. Rocky leapt up and barked close to his face. "Cunt, cunt, fucking bastard cunt, you jumped a red light and nearly knocked me over". He claimed that he didn't. And, asked what I had said to him. So I repeated myself. And said, "Come on then". I was in a rage, a controlled rage, and wanted him to try and have a go at me. He chose not to. He was either Asian, Kurdish or whatever, I didn't give a damn what his race or religion is. I do give a damn about somebody taking a liberty with me. As he wasn't prepared to face my onslaught I walked off cursing and muttering.

At the corner of Fitzroy Street a young girl of about 12 years, who I call "Princess" approached me in tears and said that her 10 year old sister was missing, I cannot remember her name but it was German sounding, and that she had been gone half an hour. I know her parents are skagheads, but they do care and love them, so I was trying to help her. Someone else who I know vaguely from when I lived in the same house as him, but a different flat, came up to "Princess" and said that her dad was looking for her. She explained that it was her sister that was missing. And she and her "boyfriend", and another girl about the same age as "Princess" started to retrace their steps in an effort to find her sister. The man walked back toward his flat up Beverley Road and I noticed "Princess's" father looking out of his flat window in the house on the corner of Fitzroy Street.

I continued my walk along Fitzroy Street, cut through the "Ten Foot" and came out on Sculcoates Lane where the driver had previously reversed into. I walk across and we have a quick walk around Fenchurch Street Park which is at the back of my house. As we come back to the street in front of my cul-de-sac, I hear someone behind me shout "John". It's a common name, but I stopped and backtracked around the corner and recognised a couple of faces from when I stayed at the Approved Premises on Queen's Road. I haven't seen their police records, and cannot say for certain, but I suspected that they are paedophiles. It is not as if we are old friends so I bade my leave. I did not want them to know where I lived exactly, and I thought about the missing sister of "Princess" so I continued the walk towards Pearson Park.

On the way back I saw a pair of Community Officers and one of them said "Hello John, are you alright?". I replied that I was, and just thought I would mention my meeting with "Princess" and what she had said. I was conscious of Madeleine and Robert Murat, still I felt I ought to say something. He said, that there had not been a report of a missing child. And, then I said, "I know of her because we have the same landlord". He asked whether it was the family at the corner of Fitzroy Street, I said "Yes". He said they were going up that way and would call in.

Halfway down the street in front of the cul-de-sac, I see the two I had seen earlier at the entrance to where I lived. Too late to go back. I thought 'fuck it', and carried on, and said "alright?" as I passed them, I was in no mood for socialising any further with them. Inside, I watched them on the CCTV for awhile and wondered what they were doing in the neighbourhood. Their body language and demeanor did not appear alright. My alarm signals said that they were up to something. What, I don't know. I wasn't going to let worrying about them spoil my evening. I intended to hit the whiskey, coke and ice. It's Friday night...