12 October 2012

Going up...

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:

Jasmine said...

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.

Ray Girvan said...

You're clearly turning into Phineus Grant.

Felix said...

Ummm ... the link to article on harpies confuzzed me?

Ray Girvan said...

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".

Felix said...

Aha ... I'm obviously getting lazy and not thinking far enough!
:-)