Short story from a bookshop I was killing some time last Saturday, and went into a branch of Waterstones to browse as I love bookshops.  On the door there is a clear sign saying no food or drink allowed. I was looking at a display when an enormous obeast appeared in front of me, with her/its back to me.  I couldn't believe the size of it, must have been 30 stone/420 lbs.   Next to it was its mate, a big guy who was dwarfed by her, he was probably about 18 stone.  I live in Ireland, and it is so depressing how I'm seeing more and more fat lardbeasts.  We are sadly catching up with the UK and the US in the obesity tables. When it turned around I saw it was eating a Cornetto ice-cream, in a fucking bookshop.  I noped out of there, my shopping experience ruined.