This week I just wanted to concentrate on the 'dog-on-string-soap-dodger' angle as I've been on the end of so many worthy but absolutely clueless self righteous rants from folk addled on cheap cider & cock awful 'tribal psy-trance' bollocks!
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I was in a café sat adjacent to two girls and man in their mid twenties who would once have been described as “crusties,” though they presumably now enjoy some more contemporary title. Either way, matted hair and willful squalor was the overall vibe as they discussed their disappointment following a recent charity event.
Woman 1: (annoyed) “All that money at the gig that they collected they said it was going to Africa, right? That was the whole point.”
Woman 2: “Yeah, that was the whole point, right?”
Man: (quite exited at the thought of some wrongdoing) “No-you’re gonna tell us they nicked it?”
Woman 1: “No, but get this. They flew there on a plane! They got three returns to Africa out of it.”
Woman 2:(sensing something wrong in this but unable to find words to express exactly what) “Wah!”
Woman 1 “Yeah, so they got there and then it turns out they were just taking them art supplies, no food!”
Woman 2 “What, like pens ands things?”
Woman 1 “You know what I’m saying? This is Africa innit, take some tins. Take art supplies but come on, get your priorities sorted, take some food too.”
Man (forming what he evidently assumed was a lucid vision of the mechanics of global charity) “You can imagine the disappointment of the people that are hungry. When those three got off the plane-imagine the kid’s faces. They would be expecting some grains or something, and all they have is like…easels and shit.”
Woman 1 “It’s too much.”
Woman 2 (moving on) “What are you doing later?”
Woman 1 “I’m gonna go on line and look for a trip hop night.”
Man “Nice.”
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