Mr Angry

I saw a woman having an angry phone call at lunchtime. She was stropping down the road shouting ‘you don’t know how I feel’ over and over again, presumably at her lover / boyfriend / partner. And I found myself envying her ‘letting it all out’. In Japan they (apparently) have quiet rooms that you rent by the hour. These rooms are soundproofed and may or may not be padded, but basically you lock yourself in and then have a good old scream, releasing all that pent up aggression, frustration and anger. I’d love one at home. Imagine if, when you were looking in the window of your local estate agents the property specs said things like ‘2 bedrooms, one en-suite, sunny reception, fully soundproofed angry room’…
Anyway, in the absence of such luxuries I thought it might be nice to try ‘angry mobile phone’ therapy. Basically I’m considering just having a really angry phone conversation with mr N.O one. I reckon a nice old shout would get rid of some the London aggression that has built up over recent weeks. I’ll let you know how it goes.
And speaking of angry phone calls. I was once getting a Thameslink back to Herne Hill, in my Sawf London days, when a very well dressed woman got on. She was all ballgown glam with a big hat on, which hid most of her face, and, I realised as she sat down in front of me, completely shxt-faced.
After about 10 minutes of doing a nodding dog impression she pulled her phone out of her bag, pulled her hat down to cover even more of her face (lest us other travellers hear what she was about to say) then proceeded to scream at the top of her voice ‘you’re an absolute sxit and I never want to see you again’ into her mobile phone.
She then put her phone back in her bag, lifted up her hat and nodded off again.
OH NO! MAYBE SHE HAD THE ANGRY PHONE THERAPY IDEA BEFORE ME!