Monday, 19 July 2010
I drew this before the World Cup final & (unlike Paul) I wasn't chancing my arm(s?) on a prediction - (& no paella recipes y'hear?)
(article by Michael Holden)
Even in pubs where football is not shown, the miasma of related popular opinion still wafts under the door.
Drinker 1 "Seen the octopus on the TV?"
Drinker 2 (sarcastic) "You mean Paul?"
Drinker 1 "Eh?"
Drinker 2 "The fucking World Cup octopus, it's called Paul."
Drinker 1 "You've seen it, then?"
Drinker 2 (annoyed) "'Course I've seen it."
Drinker 1 "What do you reckon to it?"
Drinker 2 (joking again) "I reckon it knows exactly what's it doing; it knows exactly what's going on. It's fucking laughing at us."
Drinker 1 (as if regarding something sublime) "It picks the winners …"
Drinker 2 "After careful consideration?"
Drinker 1 (attentive to his companion's disdain) "It's just a bit of fun, you know?"
Drinker 2 "You think you're any different, the decisions you make? 'Oh, I'll have another pint of lager.' You think you've got the edge on Paul?"
Drinker 1 "How do you mean?"
Drinker 2 "I mean we're no better. Stick a thing in a jar and give it an option; everybody thinks it's hilarious. And if they're laughing then they can forget they're in a jar of their own."
Drinker 1 (missing the point and trying to keep things amiable) "It has its own tank."
Drinker 2 (hostile) "How's your tank?"
Drinker 1 "Eh?"
Drinker 2 (catching himself) "Forget it, I got carried away."
Drinker 1 "It's just a bit of fun, you know?"
Drinker 2 (unamused) "Yeah, I can see that now."