Today I caught a bus into central London.On the first bus I had to take someone who vaguely knew my Mother came on the bus. She sat down on the single chair in front of where I was sitting, so that I was facing right at her, and she could turn her head towards me."Ohh 'ello. 'ow aarrr you. Eye kno yooo dun-eye" she began, with that hideous cockney bird voice, like a parrot. "Yes, hello. I'm Phillipas son" (Phillipa because my Grandfather wanted a son... Hence why I have seven aunts and one uncle). I knew who this woman was, she was a huge gossip and very nosey. She starts asking me where I'm going "To see a friend" lie. She asks where that is "Plaistow" lie. "Ooh that's nice" she says, patronising me. What are you doing at the moment, college? "Yes" lie. What are you doing there then? "I'm studying philosophy" lie. "Where do you do that?" and I lie. I lie about everything because I hate the woman, and I know full well anything I say will be repeated to someone else. To confirm my feelings about her she erupts into:"Kim and Olivier have moved, haven't they?" Olivier being a girl I was friends with when I was in nursery school, she was probably my first friend. Kim was her Mother and my own Mother fell out with her big time because she used her and sponged off of her, then one day came around asking for money for an abortion, which my Mother gave to Kim and then cut her from her life. From the 1980's until they moved this year they had our grotty old second hand curtains in their windows and they never once washed them. We figured out she had moved a while ago on our own because the grotty curtains were gone... It's probably in the windows their new house. So this nosey woman continues "I think they've moved to Lakeside... I never much liked them. That Olivier..." She then babbles on and asks me about my Mother, and then tells me about her fascinating dinner lady job, and how she volunteers at the hospital. She tells me about the hospital thing and goes into a perverse description of a child who has had a stroke. She might have well said "Hes so fucking retarded, little vegetable boy, shits all over the place, I 'av taa wipe 'is arse I do".Thankfully she then gets off the bus, probably to tell someone what a fat faggoty poofta I've become.
Post je objavljen 28.09.2009. u 06:41 sati.