Maybe it’s because I’m news editor of the local paper. Maybe it’s because I have a face that needs a regular panel-beating.
Who knows?
But what is it with some of the men out there - why must they stare?
I walked from my car to the office this morning and was growled at by about 15 sweaty, knuckle-dragging oiks.
They didn’t seem to be on their way to work, unless they work in a tracksuit factory, and two of them stank of booze.
It doesn’t make a good impression. It doesn’t make you want to spend time in Rhyl town centre.
The nice men and women in our shops and cafes aren't so intimidating, they don’t stink of cheap cider, so what’s with these people?
Status? Is this their way of communicating with the world?

“I can’t string a sentence together so I’ll get through to this chap using the power of thought, and a bit of blinking and spitting�

I’m not going to start walking around with my head down because I find it amusing, if anything.
It’s a little like High Noon. You spot a bloke about 20 yards away heading towards you, more often than not he has a dog and an unsteady gait. He may be drunk, who knows?
I’m usually wearing a shirt and tie so he probably thinks I like interior decor and wear a coat in the summer.
His reaction to this is to take the centre of the pavement and stare me down. I usually smile, sometimes I shout “thanks mate� and give the thumbs up.
My two pet hates are bullies and rude people. I won’t put up with either, and neither should you.
If we were all a little more considerate the world, and maybe even Rhyl, would be a lot better place.

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