A walk in the park

[jackangel]

Once a fortnight or so it is my habit to ninja my way across The Rye or The Green avoiding the poo whilst eating a post-chic Mister Whippy. It keeps me fit.

As the weather turns warmer at this time of year, the shouty men appear. They yell at people telling them to do things like "run to that tree and back, while I shout" or "fall down and get up again, while I shout" or "lift this thing and put it over there, while I shout" or "punch my hands, while I shout", and so on.

This seemed to me to be great fun. But imagine my amazement when I discovered that the shouty man gets paid as well!

It shouldn't be surprising. History is littered with stories of even quite famous people having a penchant for buying physical, verbal and emotional domination and humiliation - but not usually in public. Mostly they were men; but not now it seems.

The (quieter) Sweeny version: "Run to the parked lorry". "Duck down so the driver don't see you". "Lift the stuff off the back of that lorry and put it in our van". "Punch the geezer's lights out if he tries anything".

So playing in the park can have real vocational application.

[Mustard]

In the Royal Parks, these shouty people have to pay for their business to use said Parks.

[steveo]

"eating a post-chic Mister Whippy. It keeps me fit."

Probably not

Is there such a thing as post chic?