Securicor in Swinton?
Posted on | November 9, 2004 | No Comments
Ok… Since when did securicor rate an armed escort?
Have I missed something? When did we turn into America or Beirut? (ok, fireworks nonewithstanding) I do have a pic of this as evidence, sadly my bluetooth is playing up (surprise surprise, after the last pic…) so you’ll just have to take my word for it.
Serious, I didn’t even realise at first he was there for the Securicor guy, I was just heading to the cashpoint and this gun toting copper arrives out of nowhere and basically stands pretty much over me as I use the ATM.
I thought it was a joke at first, started glancing around for the camera crew – c’mon, D’ya blame me? A guy in full kevlar complete with rifle guarding a Natwest ATM on a busy main road…
It wasn’t until I’d exchanged a smile and a nod with said gun toting officer, got my cash, crossed over and waited at the stop for my bus that I saw the Securicor van pull out and head for the TSB further up followed closely by the pursuit vehicle with the pwiddy lights.
This time TWO guys with guns stood attentively waiting while the dude in the crash get up ferried the cash – possibly cos the TSB is on a corner… Very entertaining though – little kids making suitably awed comments and everybody else looking yet trying to appear as though they weren’t.
Me – I pulled out the camera phone… no shame.
Pity it’s a crap pic though – hope it looks better on the PC, No zoom function see – but then, it is only a 3650.
Sadly thats the most exciting thing to happen today (if you totally discount the black cat appearing out of nowhere and rushing past me to streak up the stairs in our house just before I went out… scared the bloomin’ life out of me – cats are SOOOOooooooo not welcome in my house)
Actually – is that good luck or bad luck? I can never remember. It definitely crossed my path – moved so fast I didn’t realise what it was at first – god knows how it got in the house though.
Had another rotten dream last night though, they keep coming – this was a continuation of tthe one I had yesterday, Maybe it’s my subconscious trying to help me with this novel (which by the way is going NOWHERE!)
Basically, it started with me standing inside a nice tidy inviting flat (see, had to be a dream – tidy) holding a baby and looking out of the window. I remember the feeling of love and contentment as I kissed the top of his head and just soaked in the peace around me.
This was rapidly obliterated (probably when my mind realised it had me holding a baby and being happy about it lol)
Not quite sure what happened next – but I ended up being hunted by some nameless people, I’d gone out and they’d gotten to the flat before me – killed my family and when I went next door for help where my best friends lived, found them dead too – all in really gruesome horrible ways.
I called S who came to get me, had me pack a bag as quickly as possible and just bundled me in his car (which by the way was NOT yellow)
He took me to his home, not the place I know in real life, but somewhere much bigger – older. There were big trees outside and it was set quite back, (a bit like the old houses in Whalley Range for any fellow mancunions reading this) we went through the front door and then left into his sitting room, in my dream he didn’t live alone – there were 2 older ladies – think spinster aunt types. He sat me down in the leather couch by the window and then just held me as I sobbed my heart out until I exhausted myself and he covered me with a kind of tapestry/ rug and left me to sleep while he sorted some things out.
When I woke up the fire was going and I had a look around the room. There were music stands and various bits and pieces sort of cluttered together in the far corner, the settee I was on was placed under the window and there was another one opposite the fire by the door to my right, I have an odd feeling involving LOTS of leather armchairs throughout the house – even though I only really saw this one room.
Anyway, whilst he was gone, the ‘aunts’ came into the room – they were NOT happy about me being there – said I had to leave before I put both them and S in danger.
So I did.
For some unknown reason I ended up at Leslies house (my mums best mate years ago in Daventry) we were all sat at the window watching the hitmen search the neighbourhood for me, I dont know why but I was safe, it was just horrible seeing them hurt other people.
Are my dreams fucked up or what?
See I did a search;
- the baby thing coupled with looking out a window apparantly means both a new beginning, I’m very content and that at present there is an innocence of spirit about me (did I laugh at that one?!? Oh yes indeedy)
- To see windows in your dream, signifies bright hopes, vast possibilities and insight. To dream that you are looking out the window, signifies your outlook on life, your consciousness, point of view, awareness, and intuition. You may be reflecting on a decision and seeking guidance
- To feel peace in your dream, indicates an end or a resolution to an emotional issue or inner conflict. It may signal and end of a cycle and the pause before the beginning of a new endeavor. It also suggest that you have reached a new level of stability and calmness. Alternatively, the maddening quietness may refer to the calm before the storm.
- The leather apparantly refers to my “instinctual and animalistic nature” (?!?)
- If the music stands can be counted as musical instruments (I know, its a stretch) then they symbolise the expectation of fun and pleasures.
- To dream that you are in the living room, represents the image that you portray to others and the way which you go about your life. It is representative of your basic beliefs about yourself and who you are. So in that case, I’m very warm, cosy and full of interesting and pretty things lol
- To dream that you are sleeping, denotes peace of mind. Alternatively, it may also mean that you are ignorant and not fully aware of the conditions and circumstances around you. (personally, I’d go with ignorant… I know nothing…)
- To see a lit fireplace in your dream, symbolizes contentment, warmth, and comfort. (see.)
- The faceless killers, well – thats where it gets even better lol. “To see a faceless figure or person in your dream, indicates that you are still searching for your own identity and finding out who you are. Perhaps you are unsure of how to read people and their emotions. And therefore are expressing a desire to know and understand these people in a deeper level.”
- The killer aspect = “To see a killer in your dream, suggests that an essential aspect of your emotions have been cut off. You feel that you are losing your identity and your individuality. Alternatively, this dream may represent purification and the healing process. You are standing up for yourself and putting a dramatic end to something”
All of these interpretaions have been taken from here
It would appear that my life really is pretty ace LOL despite dreams of death, loss and horror.Sadly I don’t really believe in any of that – but it is fairly interesting.
Its like tarot reading, it just helps you to sort out your thoughts, things you may not have realised were bothering you will be the first things to come to mind when a card is explained to you.
At least that’s always been my take on it having done tarot reading for a living and all.
Very stressful job that really – I truly believe the tarot phoneline people should be sent on some kind of course, like the samaritans.
Seriously. Its just new age help – people want answers, they have problems they feel the need to share – and at at least £1 a minute I really think it’s not too much to ask that they at least get someone who can actually help.
I remember one call from a girl who was ready to commit suicide because she was so worried about her exam results – she wanted a reading for the future, to see whether she’d pass… I was on the phone over 30 minutes with this poor girl, trying to do everything I could to let her see that it would not be the end of the world if her grades were not as hoped for – and that was before I even shuffled the cards (back then we actually used cards – now it’s all done via a computer program, like everything else – it’s fake.)
By the end of the call (I got a bloody bonus for keeping her on the phone an hr and a half – thats £90 she spent, just for some reassurance!) she was laughing, had planned about 3 alternate futures for herself and was promising to look me up when she made her first million…
But thats not the point. I’m not a qualified therapist, it took me having a 30minute break to get over that call – yes, it still bothers me. I could so easily have been the thing responsible for pushing that girl over the edge, I was lucky, she took to me and was able to listen to reason. Not long after that I quit.
It’s too much responsibility.
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