Saturday, 2 June 2012

June 2nd

light splatters the walls

wildebeest throng grunt and grind

flesh pressed in the swill

Maybe I’m just getting old. As designated driver, I could watch the pub fill up with cold sober detachment and observe the behaviours of human wildlife, much like David Attenborough would be, commenting on migratory wildebeest on the savannah. It was bloody carnage just trying to get to the loo. These smooth dance music places just aren’t for me! Glad I had a seat!

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