Good to see positive steps towards cultural exchange being played out this evening. The ambassador for South Preston has taken residence near the entry of the lesser (of two) Coles. Hes currently regaling the mild mannered beardy, sockless shoppers (and my good self) with a colourful ice fuelled monologue. This raises the age old philosophical question that I have pondered on more than one occasion... What am I, the cunt in question, actually looking at? Perhaps ill never know. Perhaps lifes great track suited mysteries arent meant to be solved by a mere mortal like me. Perhaps Im the bad person for not having any empathy toward this vibrating chaps plight? Perhaps its out of my control as I, like all Russians, cannot switch of the inherent evil gene that were all born with.... The one that leads so many of my countrymen to wear hideous vinyl jackets and run mobile phone repair kiosks, the very same one that makes me want to put this man, feet first, into a food processor and feel not one iota of guilt. So many questions arise from this one hostile interaction. I think I need a dim sim and a lie down.
Posted on: Wed, 08 Oct 2014 08:32:17 +0000