I refer you to the first encounter - definitely no arm tatts on The Banshee originale.
Everyone shouts a bit every now and again. I for example urged the driver of a white escort van to "fuck off" yesterday afternoon when he tried to railroad me into oblivion at Elephant and Castle. Considerable volume was required on my part, to overpower the happy hardcore issuing from his stereo, and to ensure penetration of his thick cranium, lest he fail to understand my suggestion correctly.
The Banshee responds vocally to situations where the vast majority would remain mute. The Banshee adds a distinct note of menace as well as volume to her salvoes, forming the sentences with a dark gleeful flourish, something like a darts commentator shouting "one-hundred and eiiiighty", but referring to the number of kittens he has just drowned.
If you think you might have head her, it probably wasn't her. Believe me, you will know when you have heard The Banshee.
I refer you to the first encounter - definitely no arm tatts on The Banshee originale.
Everyone shouts a bit every now and again. I for example urged the driver of a white escort van to "fuck off" yesterday afternoon when he tried to railroad me into oblivion at Elephant and Castle. Considerable volume was required on my part, to overpower the happy hardcore issuing from his stereo, and to ensure penetration of his thick cranium, lest he fail to understand my suggestion correctly.
The Banshee responds vocally to situations where the vast majority would remain mute. The Banshee adds a distinct note of menace as well as volume to her salvoes, forming the sentences with a dark gleeful flourish, something like a darts commentator shouting "one-hundred and eiiiighty", but referring to the number of kittens he has just drowned.
If you think you might have head her, it probably wasn't her. Believe me, you will know when you have heard The Banshee.