I have been a monk and a recluse among lots of people milling around me today. Why? Because I wanted to be thus. There are lots of work to be done and it will be non-achieved by sitting around with friends and others and having it.
Do you know the police in Bristol have a badge with “AVON AND SOMERSET CONSTABULARY” written on the badge. Some of the local citizens got the brilliant idea of changing the writing to “AVING IT SOMEWHERE CONSTANTLY” and we used to have t shirts made out of it and wear them for demonstrations and free parties which the police hated and busted. The life generally in Bristol is getting into a rut these days as the kids growing up has got better things to do like stay at home and watch the bloody telly or play computer games. Then there are some who get into gangs and terrorise the people around. I heard this Pakistani and West Indian descended kids going around shouting abuse at white people; generally terrorising them with “who is the fucking slave then?” and burning their vehicles – of course when the owners are not present. These kids are under 18 years old some are 13 to 14 years of age. The kid who confronted me was a mere 14 years old. Well I am not black and not white not in-bewtweener but a Indian looking some other creed with dread locks and a proud face with a big nose(Well as I put it to kids I have a small face huh). He threatened me with all sorts of slang words picked up from Jamaican, Paki, etc and threw this football in me face, which hit me nose and bounced off. He is under age to do any fuck. I am waiting until he is 18. No promises.
You know me better than that don’t you? I hope so. Any thing which comes into my perception is logically understood by me and I will have to terminate it as the results of my own logic. So it should not last more than five minutes I mean that set of emotions. I do not want to put the blame on others. I created it and I live it, and I might as well enjoy it. Think about it for a bit. The people who indulge in their own emotions more than five minutes lose their perception of the rest of their life. Say for instance I go to the cinema and I see a prehistoric creature and start thinking about how imperfect the thing looks like and that should of looked like this and that. I miss the plot, which has been unravelling, before me, during that time I was engrossed in thinking about it. "Thinking about the past formulating the future I miss the present. And where is the past then?
I hope you remember that I said about people whom I know cannot put their thoughts into writing because they have this fear that their grammar is bad etc. Well this is my own experience.
How do you pronounce the word Elgin? Is it pronounced as you pronounce origin or like begin? Right you decide.
I shared a space in a place called Maida Vale in London. On Elgin Avenue. So here is me a not-so-black-not-so-white but Indian looking bloke no dread locks getting into a taxi and loud and clear saying, “156 Elgin Avenue (origin) please?” And the taxi driver corrects me very politely, “You mean, Elgin(begin) Avenue? Ok sir ”. Mind the politeness. Then I correct myself next time I hail a London Hackney cab and tell the driver, “156 Elgin(begin) Avenue please?” The driver, not the same, says politely,” You mean Elgin(origin) Avenue sir?” Well you see what I mean. I do not know whether the same thing happens to white people. I mean a white taxi driver try to correct you the white person? I doubt. I go through this a lot. I mean if the guy knows what I am talking about what the bloody hell matters init? If I say “ I wood like to go to toun and buy some bred.” Will you understand me? Yeah because I am talking to you. But if I write it what happens? Will you or will you not understand me?
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