A strange echo of the banana man incident.
As I walk along
Whitechapel Road, I am carrying a vegetable pasty which is to be my
lunch.
A man walking towards me
suddenly does a high kick – simply from joie-de-vivre, it would
seem, unbelievable as that seems on a crowded pavement; there is no
malicious intent.
His toe catches my
pasty, which sails up, up and away before gravity pulls it down again
to drop neatly under the wheel of a number 25 bus.
I seem to be going through an “unlucky with
food” phase.
5 comments:
I now have an image of you being very protective over all future food. Huddled in a corner, nibbling your pasty like a squirrel, growling at anyone who gets just a tad too close.
You're clearly turning into Phineus Grant.
Ummm ... the link to article on harpies confuzzed me?
Phineus, for offending the gods, was "tormented by the Harpies, who stole or defiled whatever food he had at hand or, according to the Catalogue of Women, drove Phineus himself to the corners of the world".
Aha ... I'm obviously getting lazy and not thinking far enough!
:-)
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