This will hurt me...

Theme Thursday again, and we're talking TRAFFIC. This set of signs down near the waterfront never ceases to amuse me. Some might speculate that the two people in the yellow sign are merely attempting to inform oncoming TRAFFIC to be aware of the likelihood of people crossing the road. However, I rather think of them fleeing (yes fleeing ) the aforementioned toilets . Look at the barely controlled aggression the the larger , much older , male of the pair. The dominance of his action is almost palpable. Oh yes, he's a wrong 'un all right. Now look at her . The cowering subservience. The timidity of a girl who has been kicked in the guts by life, only to meet a fellow who helps her out, tells her that he loves her, only to kick her in the guts again. What happened in those toilets is what I want to know. What crack the fine veneer of the older suitor's façade? What prompted this scene? An unwanted child? A run in with the law? A stray, seemingly innocuous text message f...

I do miss the days when anti-psychotic drugs were mass marketed to the community. Who hasn't wished for a script of Thorazine/Largactil when faced with a cranky old bastard moaning about not having enough sugar in his tea, the paucity of bananas in his childhood or the lack of Vera Lynne on the radio these days. Yet why stop there, look at that list of symptoms: hostility; irritability; abusiveness; incessant talking; restlessness... I have an idea:

I figure that I'd exhaust my Sydney photos today and start with an overpass. You can imagine my supreme disappointment when I found no troll nor goat down there. Even worse, all that could be spotted was a couple of buskers, some pigeons and a bandicoot. Ripped off!