Allegedly, on Monday God created light. What a crock. Mondays are days for getting by, not starting the task of all tasks. Today is after all the sick man of weekdays, the rude oik nephew at a family gathering.
Luckily, there are some people who grab a pad and paper instead of curling into the foetal position when pain come a calling.
Hence “I don’t like Mondays” and “Manic Monday” and “Blue Monday” to name but a few.
I think God actually created pain today. And the police.
Me and Govinda were sat outside Spar on Saturday night, watching two bored policemen frisk a homeless man. We started questioning their motives (excuses to touch skinny men), and they came and loomed over us threateningly.
“Are you laughing at someone trying to do their job” said bad cop
“Yes” I replied.
He stomped away to think of a comeback. After the cogs turn for a while, he comes back over.
“That man is a burglar and a junkie. He belongs in prison”
“Oh yes” I say like a flash, “That will sort him out. He’ll be much better off after that!” I can feel a rant coming on. And then some cell time.
But luckily his one working synapse is taken over by hunger for red meat and he heads into Spar for some cat food. 2 for a pound at the moment.
I used to like the police. I used to believe that they had to be intelligent and sensitive and calm. Some of them are, but they end up at tribunals after being called names by the rest of them.
I suffered a similar disappointment when I found out that Waitrose and Marks and Spencers cashiers weren’t posh. I really thought they would be like the packaging: stylish, articulate and well put together. But oh no. I want to go somewhere where upper middle class types man the customer service desk, and go “hawhee hawhee haw” into the tannoy.
The best part of the day was eaten up ravenously by an afternoon nap from 4-7pm. Lovely.