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Return of the Drag: 2011 (part two)

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I had a cheese and ham sandwich yesterday, with butter, and pickle, I added some pepper when they brought it to my table - I think I may have stopped a few wars.
 
My exchange in the sandwich shop yesterday went something like this.

Hello darling, was I swearing at you in here yesterday, sorry!
No, not that I remember.
I get a bit stressed sometimes and have to leave.
No, I just saw you in the shop on the way home. You were shouting about how they shot hundreds of people where you're from and no one said anything.
I left and went to the pub. I shouldn't do it really, I'm nearly 50.
BLT please.
Mayonnaise?
Yes please.
That'll be £2.85.
 
My exchange in the sandwich shop yesterday went something like this.

Hello darling, was I swearing at you in here yesterday, sorry!
No, not that I remember.
I get a bit stressed sometimes and have to leave.
No, I just saw you in the shop on the way home. You were shouting about how they shot hundreds of people where you're from and no one said anything.
I left and went to the pub. I shouldn't do it really, I'm nearly 50.
BLT please.
Mayonnaise?
Yes please.
That'll be £2.85.

:D
 
They were overgenerous with the mayo and a splodge ended up on my desk. Very little landed on my top so that's a win.
 
Morning all!

Tired today, didn't sleep well, I was awake...thinking.

I don't reallly hold with thinking and especially when last night's thinking consisted of "Where am going to get some cotton wool from?" (Boots probably) and "Shall I get up and have a wee or if I stay in bed will I fall asleep before I really need to get up and have a wee?" (I got up and had a wee) :facepalm:
 
My exchange in Tesco yesterday (BLT!!, S&V and a porridge pot with strwbs)

Hiya
Hiya
Thanks
Thanks
Thanks

Perhaps today you can ask her if a lot of her friends and family were shot. And, if they were, did anyone say anything?
 
Morning all!

Hehe - kicking up a fuss on poetry site with a sort of incendiary poem about the looting. Best of all though, am going to read it tonight, wearing my urban baby eating anarchist tshirt - and the compere is an ex-copper who I've clashed with before :D
 
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