I have just had the best steak ever. For lunch. OK it was not cooked on an open flame like it should be but my word it was fab. Maybe it was so great because we haven't eaten properly for it feels like forever. And there was no alcohol involved to cloud my senses (and my judgement some would say). No this was for lunch and in a short while i shall go back to work and be ready for the evening.
I have in the past been repeatedly accused of poor communication. Often by family and sometimes by friends. I am not really a phone chatter and babbling on for half an hour down a phone is not my strength. I was even asked before we came over here whether or not I would still stay in touch with family. A bit odd really because isn't it me writing this thing every day (and I was writing it before i left), isn't it me telling it all, baring my soul? Isn't it me sending the odd email on top of this. Isn't it me getting not much back? So who are the poor communicators now?
The riots in London have spread. Last night there was chaos in Brixton, surprise surprise, and the some east London suburbs. I wonder if those from the darker colonies think that this is their Tunisian moment. That they will force the fall of the government. They will topple tyranny. Oh wait. Hang on. This is a democracy. The people not long ago voted for the current government. This place has what will now be a running out of patience police force and you can only steal so many flat screens from the shop you have broken into before a metal baton wraps around your head. And don't then complain and whine about your human rights. You have voluntarily given them up and you can only piss off your hosts so much, and they have been way too tolerant already, before they realise that actually you don't have the right to complain anyway and that actually you choose to live here and feel free to change your mind and go back to Nigeria or where ever it is you come from. Their good manners will wear out if you carry on this path of destructiveness. You can only burn so many 100 year old buildings down before they bring out the big guns. You have been warned.
And the absurdity of it all? There were news reports this morning of looters standing in orderly queues waiting for their turn to steel from broken into shops.
Onto some nice stuff. Yesterday about lunch time, I was behind the ramp when I heard my name being called...with a very distinctive Saffer accent. I look up (a bit nervously to be honest) and there are a couple from Amanzimtexas! They used to eat in our restaurants, he used to play squash with my father. By absolute chance they had chosen this pub out of the 40 000 or so in the UK to come for a drink. They had no idea that I was here. They were here for a wedding and tell me they often come to this part of the world. I am not a mathematician or an actuary but i bet the chances of this happening would be in the millions to one. I feel the purchase of a lottery ticket coming on!
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