As I walked down Wardour street with a friend of mine the other afternoon, we were commenting on the delights of this pleasantly grimy underbelly of London. As we did so, a tramp fell in step behind us and we were treated to the following:
Aeerrgguuuhhh…… aarrrruuuggguuhhh….
HEEELLOOOOOOH! HEEELLOOOH!
BOOOOOOOYYS!
(some stumbling)
Bouuys… bouuys….
HEELLLOOOOH!
Girrlls….. Giiieerrrrllss….
This continued with us til the end of the street, for which we obviously slowed down in order to gain the full effect. On the way back into Soho, we crossed Cambridge Circus as crowds flowed out of a Monty Python show. My friend said how disappointed was that we’d missed it. And as he did, a man pedalling an empty pedalo suddenly swung into action and cut through the melee. The reason for his speedy exit became immediately apparent when we saw another tramp standing in the empty space left behind. He propelled himself forwards, and hurled the word CUUUNT! Such was the volume, a considerable amount spit followed this fantastic piece of eloquence.
My friend and I agreed that we certainly weren’t sorry to have missed The Flying Circus.
1 comment:
There seems to be a lot of bad language in London these days. If I were there I'd be washing a few mouths out with turpentine.
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