Strange People in the City
October 2nd 2006 11:39
Over the past few days I have had some interaction with some strange people in the heart of London. These people obviously have slipped through the cracks of the system. It is funny how people go on and on about the system failing and always lay blame on the system. It is always the scapegoat.
Anyway I was kicking a ball around with a mate from New Zealand when a red haired guy with a limp kept trying to get the ball. He had very low co-ordination skills. His name is Terry and he had the brown marks on his nose from substances. He kept trying to kick the ball, we would then pass it to him and he kept going on about how Kiwi's don't play soccer (he had a slightly good point) and that Australia is the same. I mentioned that New Zealand made the 1982 Finals and how it is like how England go on about 1966. He told me that 1966 was 20 years ago and that he hates that carryon. He stumbled as if he was heading one way and then eventually Terry the soccer ball glancer was off into the Hyde Park pond to play with the ducks.
The next day the same mate and myself walked out of the Bank of England Museum and an old guy who looks like a cartoon character with dark eye brows, grey hair, an old style woollen cap, walking stick while smoking on a long cigarette. He started talking in his mumbled voice about how it is good in the museum. But there is too much security not like when he visited. The security we assured him was needed considering there are some really valuable pieces of memorabilia and collections. Also it does back onto the actual bank.
It is hard to take what these people say seriously. I find it best to let them spout on and then just carry on. They seem to need someone to listen to them. It is very awkward though!
Anyway I was kicking a ball around with a mate from New Zealand when a red haired guy with a limp kept trying to get the ball. He had very low co-ordination skills. His name is Terry and he had the brown marks on his nose from substances. He kept trying to kick the ball, we would then pass it to him and he kept going on about how Kiwi's don't play soccer (he had a slightly good point) and that Australia is the same. I mentioned that New Zealand made the 1982 Finals and how it is like how England go on about 1966. He told me that 1966 was 20 years ago and that he hates that carryon. He stumbled as if he was heading one way and then eventually Terry the soccer ball glancer was off into the Hyde Park pond to play with the ducks.
The next day the same mate and myself walked out of the Bank of England Museum and an old guy who looks like a cartoon character with dark eye brows, grey hair, an old style woollen cap, walking stick while smoking on a long cigarette. He started talking in his mumbled voice about how it is good in the museum. But there is too much security not like when he visited. The security we assured him was needed considering there are some really valuable pieces of memorabilia and collections. Also it does back onto the actual bank.
It is hard to take what these people say seriously. I find it best to let them spout on and then just carry on. They seem to need someone to listen to them. It is very awkward though!
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