LCD Views find itself in the unique, and indeed historical (hysterical…) position today of having spoken with a brick wall.
The wall contacted us earlier today after receiving information regarding British prime minister Theresa May’s soon to be immediately infamous Brexit deal Plan B (from outer space, it seems).
”I’m bit over it to be honest,” the wall said, speaking for an entire continent, “how many times is she going to bash her head against me? I’m not going to crack. Have you seen my size? Have you seen my girth, depth, width and the fastness of my mortar? Come on lady, give it a rest.”
But in spite of the wall’s solidity and imperviousness to the woman’s blows (with her forehead), it’s likely she’ll just keep running at the wall and launching attacks with her head.
”She’s painted herself into a right corner,” the wall observes, “and I’m forming it. To be frank, I’m over it. She’ll have to get over me, metaphorically, because there’s bugger all chance of her getting through me.”
While we understand why the woman in question may believe that just slamming her head into the wall maybe effective sooner or later, as the wall only contains twenty seven bricks, we would have thought she would have become so bruised and bloody by now as to stop.
”She’s probably damaged her temporal lobes and unable to control her temper and behaviour,” the wall suggests, “which let’s face it, if you had to spend years in conversation with packets of mince like Davis, Raab, Fox, JRM and the like, you’d be brain damaged too.”
And thus the wall showed a greater preparedness to attempt to understand the inner character of the woman than she has ever done about the wall, from the moment she faced it and on to today.