Episode 68 – Bully Blows His Horn…

(Under the Will, Over the Drama – June 5th, 2025)

Bully Blows His Horn… Then Rings The Doorbell and Jumps Back in His Truck…

There are days when Faurel Hill is so peaceful, you’d swear the world had slowed to a gentle hum.
And then there are days when Bully Yates decides to crank up the drama.

Yesterday was meant to be one of the good days. I came home from work to a happy surprise – my dear friends from California had arrived! They’re on their honeymoon, no less, and had kindly worked a visit to little old me into their Irish adventure. The house was full of hugs, stories, and laughter – how it should be.

Naturally, we soon decided on the universal language of celebration: Chinese takeaway. Off we went, happily unaware of the audience we’d apparently attracted.

And who did we encounter in town? None other than Bully Yates himself, parading about with his son in tow. Our paths crossed, eyes met – and I had that old familiar sense: this was no chance encounter.

Fast forward a short while: we pull back into the driveway with takeaway in hand, friends just stepping out of their car. The evening was about to continue – or so we thought.

Cue the soundtrack: a deafening blast of a horn cuts through the calm. Bully had arrived.
But he wasn’t content with sitting in his truck, no sir.

First came the honking, loud and aggressive – a clear attempt to make me (and my friends) feel unwelcome and rattled.

Then, he got out.
Marched straight up and rang the doorbell.

Now let’s pause for a moment:

My friends were visiting from across the world, on their honeymoon.

We had done nothing to provoke this scene.

Yet here was Bully, making a deliberate public display – escalating from passive aggression to direct confrontation.

It doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to see the pattern here:

Watch who comes.

Monitor where I go.

Appear just as I return.

Escalate behavior when there are witnesses.

Let me tell you, my guests were both stunned and appalled. ‘Is this normal here?’ they asked.
Sadly, around Faurel Hill these days – it is.

As ever, the message was clear: ,I’m watching. I want control. And I’ll do what it takes to show it.’

But here’s my message in return:
Every move, every blast of the horn, every ring of the bell – it all goes into the paper trail. And the louder this behavior becomes, the clearer it will be to those who need to see it.

So Bully, next time you feel the urge to perform for an audience, perhaps book a stage. You’re burning through truck horns and goodwill faster than you know.

For the rest of us?
We carry on – under the Will, over the drama – heads high, eyes wide open.