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!
His epaulets. The elastics help keep them in place.
ReplyDeleteWhat were YOU thinking?
Listen, I merely REPORT the news. I never comment.
ReplyDeleteNeedless to say: I KNOW WHAT I HEARD.