There were stewards at the turnstiles asking if you'd been vaccinated as you were going in, i can't see anyone saying no like. Just a box ticking exercise. At the gallowgate end anyway.
You wouldn't have HAD to, just scan the ticket and in you go. They aren't turning away 25k odd people who don't have proof.
You've definitely got a face that upsets people like. Like when the guy at the train station done you!
No I think they're surprised by how pleasant and polite I am. Well there's like two me actually it depends
I think we all have good days and bad days... I've got a bit of a behavioural problem or did have anyway. We all have two wolves inside us fighting and the one we feed most will come out on top.
It's a interesting thing being a serial killer. I mean to us its a level of behaviour we find repulsive and incomprehensible, but there was a time in my life when if you'd told me grown ups like nothing more than slurping on eachother genitals and swallowing the contents I'd have been shocked. It's a fine line imo.. Perversions are a fine line and we can't control them..
Well it's quite disturbing don't you think? It's just something people do without really thinking about it. I mean it so wrong so it feels so right.. Strangulation and murder for pleasure is just the next level up i guess. Wired up wrong. We're all perverted in one way or another.
Anyway a bit random but kinda off the back of this weird tangent. I watched a good series on Netflix recently. It was called 'I am a killer, it was very good and done differently. The follow up was' I am a killer released ' this was about a killer being released 30 years after getting the death penalty. Seriously give it a try
Yes, I saw that, always fascinating to look in at these people and hear about, and from, them. There but for the grace of god; accidents of birth plus nurture….. once upon a time killing strangers wasn’t frowned on or punished by law. In certain parts of the world if you kill and the victim is gay you’d get very little other than a telling off. It’s a strange life. I don’t ‘like’ serial killers; but I confess a fascination for them and a recognition of how much like me they are, I’m reality.