As I emerged from Warren Street tube tonight, I passed the hotel at the top of the Tottenham Court Road, and witnessed a snippet of the conversation between the two doormen.
They were both wrought from the caricatures of the 1930s, possibly by a brown-shirted Herges: one character was African, very dark, very tall, but with a head TOO SMALL for his body. The other, middle-aged, rotund, garrulous, middle-eastern in appearance.
The taller man was leaning back away from the too close attention of the Levantan, who was animatedly enthusing about something. All I got, on passing, was to witness a clutching gesture by the raconteur, who was saying "....and then I wrap them in ELASTIC BANDS!"
One shudders to think what he was talking about.
And in the early evening at that!
Put them away sir!
2 comments:
His epaulets. The elastics help keep them in place.
What were YOU thinking?
Listen, I merely REPORT the news. I never comment.
Needless to say: I KNOW WHAT I HEARD.
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