Well, my face is calming down a bit, thankfully.
The stuff that I wrote yesterday all came out in a babble of words without any real editing. I feel I should expand on a couple of things.
Firstly, I mentioned that I’m an early riser, and that’s true. But yesterday, I didn’t rise too early, that’s why I was done in at 10am.
The bakery where this all happened is really really nice. They make great bread, superb wholegrain croissants, and they play heavy metal all the time. In the morning it makes a change not to hear the usual local radio stuff played in bakeries and to be shook awake by some Metallica. It makes me a bit sad that I’m not gonna feel comfortable going there any more, cos the punchy guy lives in the same building. And it’s only five minutes from where I live. And, really, this is a great neighbourhood…
So I went to the police station this morning to report what had happened. What a grim looking place that was. Oddly, they had a little exhibition of photos of the riots that occur nearby every year on 1st May. I’m not sure what the police are trying to tell us with this display, but to me it looked very much like We Arrest Punks.
A policeman came and took my statement. He seemed vaguely interested in what happened, so fingers crossed he might go out and do some sleuthing.
It was an odd time, cos part of me wants to just forget it and not cause more trouble (ie reprisals); part of me feels like it’s my duty as a citizen to try and stop this from happening again to somebody else; and the final third of me wants to see a German Crockett and Tubbs cuffing him and telling him he’ll be going down for 7-10 years mandatory.
On the upside, I’ve had a chance to examine the x-rays of my skull and I’ve noticed a Turin Shroud-esque face near my nose. If you look carefully … am I right in thinking that Beck lives in my skull?
Oh, and I forgot to mention: trying to pull a dangerous dog off a defenceless dog is, in retrospect, a stupid thing to do. I’m pretty lucky not to have neck wounds that look like a bowl of chilli.