I did have occasion to meet the Person in question last Thursday, as a
result of an incorrect train-ticket and an unexpected postprandial doze on
my part, and I must confess, explain, state, tell that the meeting, to my
mind, was most unIlluminating.
I found myself in a council estate on the seamier side of Nottingham and
when I knocked on the door of stone-clad house in the hope of finding
directions (thinking it represented a home of a member of the better sort,
who had bought their own property) I found myself (again) welcomed by a
vague looking individual, in serious need of spectacles, who invited me in
on an obscure whim. I stepped beyond the threshold, over empty beer-cans,
twisted as if in violence, thrown down laundry and dog's droppings.
And then the Look came, and I knew Who it was.
HAST THOU CONSIDERED he began, booming in supersonics, but then became
distracted by the local sports reports on the tv. Then we sat in silence.
He opened another can of beer.
Then, without further words, he wrote down the address of a nearby
taxi-firm, with directions, told me to Bugger Off, and ejected me from the
house.
Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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