Thursday 17 December 2020

AUTOPARTS DRAMA

I had a weird experience in Autoparts in Stornoway yesterday. I was there for a window wiper. Whilst I was buying the wiper I saw a man I've known for many years, a keen mask-wearer. I acknowledged him, which turned out to be a mistake. He turned on me, angrily asking, 'where's your mask?' Saying things like, 'the whole world is doing it'; and, 'people with bigger brains than you have decided.' As if they were reasons. There was no need for this, as we had been over this very point before, quite recently, in Tesco - a shop where you can argue in peace.

We argued. Not a big deal. Then some bloke in a wild-west-bank-robber style face mask marched up to us. He demanded to know what we were talking about.

At this my original opponent slipped off to hide amongst the shelves.

I said to the guy, 'It's not your business, and who are you?'  He said he was the shop manager. He told me I was barred from the shop and to give him the wiper blade I was holding and leave. I told him I had just bought it. Again he told me I had to leave the shop and I was barred.

Talk about an over-reaction. Talk about power-crazy.

I felt rather annoyed by this irrational and disrespectful behaviour so I said to him, 'what'll you do if I don't?' He said he would call the police and motioned to the staff members who were standing behind the tills, staring, stony faced, indicating to them to call the cops. None of them moved. Interesting.

Now call me weird if you want, but I find it strangely troubling when someone in a mask gets in your face. These mad eyes. I asked him to show me his face. He didn't.

I felt it was only reasonable that if he was going to banish me and get the cops on me - for nothing - the least he could do was show me his face while he was abusing me.

Such was his behaviour I was compelled to inform him that he was 'a very unpleasant individual who needed to learn manners.'

I decided I'd spent long enough there and headed for the door. When I reached the door I noticed that Mr Crazy-Shop-Manager had followed me. I complained to him that I had no need of him escorting me out of the building. He told me that he was going to take his mask off, but outside.

Outside he stood about a metre and a half away from me and demanded that I move two metres from him before he would remove his mask. I was well and truly fed up of him by this time and so refused. He really seemed to lose it at that point and kept demanding I moved back, shaking with rage, which was quite funny really because he could have just taken a step back himself quite easily.

Anyway, that was more or less it.

Great customer relations Autoparts - very impressive.

Monday 2 November 2020

John Macleod has blocked me on Facebook because I called him a liar. He doesn't like being called a liar. But hey, if the cap fits...


He claims he has no memory of an article I published about him 20 years ago. Here's why I say he's lying. 

A wee story.
Back in May of 2000 I and my brother Donald were at Stornoway's famous Cromwell Street railings (no longer there - removed by the stupid Western Isles Council - put them back I say). Donald spotted 'Johnny Foot' (as we called him) leaving the newsagent with a tightly-rolled copy of the Island Post in his hand. The Island Post was a small local paper I produced from '96 to '01. I had just published a story centred around allegations of sexual misconduct made against his father.
Donald being Donald and ever one to stir the pot called out to him: 'Hey Johnny, is that an Island Post I see in your hand?' 'Johnny' came straight over to where Donald was perched on the railing, which meant he was considerably higher than John who is quite short. Now Donald was fully six foot tall, well built, and could handle himself in a fight. My brother Donald went missing in Turkey in 2010: http://ararathunt.blogspot.com/.
Johnny pointed the rolled-up newspaper at him and said, 'Donald, I've never hit anyone in my life before, but there's always a first time.'
I could hardly believe my ears. Wee Johnny Foot squaring up to Donald. The Mini Metro challenges the Tiger Tank.
Donald immediately bristled and began to sit more upright, glaring at Johnny, he said, 'are you threatening me?'
Well, whatever Dutch courage Johnny had been relying on up to that point suddenly deserted him and he was off down that road like the proverbial rabbit.
The editor of the established local paper at the time, the Stornoway Gazette, was a fellow called Peter Urpeth. Someone who had no love for me as he had previously threatened to sue me in a rage over a humorous little piece I had published about him. He gave Johnny two full columns down the entire length of a page of the broadsheet. A tirade full of invective and bile aimed at me and the journalist who wrote the story (Iain X. Maciver).

Strange he forgot that.

Anyone interested in reading it could find it in Stornoway public library's Stornoway Gazette Archive. It was published shortly after I published the article, I reckon within the next week or two. The Professor Foot article being dated 5 May 2000.

Within the last year or so we argued on Facebook about the article which prompted me to post it on the same thread. This was plainly a surprise to him because he didn't expect me to have copies. His immediate response was to delete everything. Then he was gone.

Strange he forgot that too.

The Facebook spat:



The YouTube podcast:



The lie:



The article: