Friday morning: before I even get off my block, I am accosted by an evangelist as I wait at the pelican crossing. Conversational rather than hollering, and no mention of Jesus, but they're like nonces, aren't they - you can just tell. He opens with a good morning, I suppose you're on your way to work, did you see about that boy being chased with knives, terrible, wasn't it?
"Yes."
"Do you think the world is getting better, or worse?"
"Oh, worse, definitely."
"And what do you think is the answer?"
"The end of monotheism."
At which precise moment the green man appeared, proving (as if proof were needed) that there are more gods on my side than his.
Last night I filled a major gap in my 'disreputable' skill set by learning how to play poker. I'm not saying I was any good at it, but if nothing else I'll now better be able to follow what the Hell's meant to be going on in the poker scenes of eg Deadwood. This in Lewisham, which begins to look almost salubrious when you've been watching The Wire and realise hey, at least it's not Baltimore. And for what I think is the first time I came up with a cocktail which not only *can* I reproduce - a sane person might actually *want* to reproduce it! Ladies and gentlemen, the Seven Goblins.

Well, quite.
Against my normal policy, I am going to a pub later, even though it is St Patrick's Day*. And not even a Sam Smith's, but a pub which sells Guinness. To mark the birthday of an Irish person**. Who has been known to wear a green coat.
No good can come of this.
*Thinking about this, maybe part of my problem with St Patrick's Day is that two separate cosmologies have the snake as my totem. But more likely, it's just those cocking Guinness hats and the prats who wear them.
**Albeit one from the UK corner, rather than the country which was so determinedly neutral during WWII that its press censored reports of Nazi atrocities, lest anyone come to think the Nazis were, just maybe, the bad guys. Though I suppose at least it was only a minority of Nationalists who ended up actually getting into bed with the fascists.
"Yes."
"Do you think the world is getting better, or worse?"
"Oh, worse, definitely."
"And what do you think is the answer?"
"The end of monotheism."
At which precise moment the green man appeared, proving (as if proof were needed) that there are more gods on my side than his.
Last night I filled a major gap in my 'disreputable' skill set by learning how to play poker. I'm not saying I was any good at it, but if nothing else I'll now better be able to follow what the Hell's meant to be going on in the poker scenes of eg Deadwood. This in Lewisham, which begins to look almost salubrious when you've been watching The Wire and realise hey, at least it's not Baltimore. And for what I think is the first time I came up with a cocktail which not only *can* I reproduce - a sane person might actually *want* to reproduce it! Ladies and gentlemen, the Seven Goblins.
Well, quite.
Against my normal policy, I am going to a pub later, even though it is St Patrick's Day*. And not even a Sam Smith's, but a pub which sells Guinness. To mark the birthday of an Irish person**. Who has been known to wear a green coat.
No good can come of this.
*Thinking about this, maybe part of my problem with St Patrick's Day is that two separate cosmologies have the snake as my totem. But more likely, it's just those cocking Guinness hats and the prats who wear them.
**Albeit one from the UK corner, rather than the country which was so determinedly neutral during WWII that its press censored reports of Nazi atrocities, lest anyone come to think the Nazis were, just maybe, the bad guys. Though I suppose at least it was only a minority of Nationalists who ended up actually getting into bed with the fascists.
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Date: 2007-03-17 03:23 pm (UTC)Something amazing's happening where you live
Date: 2007-03-17 03:21 pm (UTC)Re: Something amazing's happening where you live
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Date: 2007-03-17 01:37 pm (UTC)being in many people's recent memory, fighting on the same side as the british after the way they treated people here would have been wrong.
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Date: 2007-03-17 04:09 pm (UTC)Just hoping I can pass the evening without hitting on any barmaids.
Although...
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Date: 2007-03-18 12:45 am (UTC)I think I love you.
When I was in the south of France last spring, I got accosted by some JW's who heard Jim and me speaking English and used that as an opener. I wasn't expecting it, and truly believed that they were just tourists who were happy to speak to someone in their native tongue. Then I saw a copy of the Watchtower peeking out of a briefcase and started laughing uncontrollably.
Why can't they just hand you an unintentionally amusing pamphlet and be gone?
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