October 11th, 2006

batou: them's fightin' words

Handy Hints #587862

If you are drunk and you follow a girl into the Underground, hop on the train, sit down next to her, spend the next four stops trying to get her number and are denied, a very bad way to convince her she's made the wrong choice is to tell her, "You probably want some rich City businessman," in an insulting tone of voice.

I get all the winners.
kieth: crazy

The concrete signs of violence.

Tonight, I was in a pub with imyril during the appalling England v. Croatia game. A middle-aged man with a shaved head walked in wearing tracksuit bottoms and an England t-shirt, carrying a beer in each hand. He sported symmetrical scars running from the corners of his mouth up his cheeks to the tops of his ears. It's a marking I'd seen before, but until I'd moved to this country, I didn't know what a Chelsea grin was. Acutely conscious of his presence, I felt myself on edge until he left the bar.

If I hadn't learned the history of hooliganism that lies behind such silent markers, I would have been blissfully ignorant. I would have had an undisturbed evening of drunken fun with my friend. Such is the price of cultural understanding, sometimes.