Day 242: Ropes, Stinks and Tarnish

Verulam Park is full of raucous teenage girls, rocket-fuelled by last-day-of-term hysteria.  They are armed with cans of purple hair spray, and all sport evidence of multiple direct hits.  Paint-ball entertainment without the pain or the bruising (strangely sensible).  And with the added bonus of a territorial marker, as they leave a Superdrug scent trail in their wake, charting their progress through the park.    They are bawling snippets from Cher Lloyd's seminal work 'Swagger Jagger', aimed at slapping down all the 'haterz'*.  It's a multilateral assault on the eyes, nose and ears.

(*Presumably people who do not appreciate volume, purple hair spray or Cher Lloyd.  I am not one of this number, as I find all three entertaining.  For today only.) 

Some distance behind them, a girl walks on her own.  She's watching them.  From her expression I strongly suspect she would like to be shrieking and covered in purple too.  But for her, entrance to that particular club is clearly roped off. 

Such is life.  Age may remove the purple, the volume and the swagger, but the game stays the same - clubs and ropes. 


CLUBS N' ROPES QUIZ - you want to get in, but the rope is up.  Do you:- 
a) bribe security?
b) go round the back?
c) keep walking until you find another, better club?

Answers:-
a) You and security will always know.  Your entry is tarnished.  Bad.
b) Cheeky, but seedy.  You may have to climbs over bins.  Your entry is stinky.  Pretty bad.
c) Obviously the correct answer.  You knew this anyway.  Good.