I have always wanted to talk to a crazy old Englishman. This happened today as I was riding the bus back from City Centre to my Residence Hall.
A man who looked about 80 came and sat with me, and immediately initiated a conversation about the weather, which was followed by inquiries about where I was from (I'm sure my accent gave my away quickly). He told me he had been living in Leicester since 1946, and that the city used to be pretty but hasn't been for a long time.
This pleasant conversation took a very strange turn when he asked me what I was studying. Our conversation went something like this:
Him: And what will you be learning on Monday?
Me: Politics
Him: Politics?! What a rude word! Well my love, if you're studying politics then tell me this: "what is wrong with all those belligerent Muslims!
Me: (Shocked and Speechless)...I'm not sure...
Him: Well perhaps you can tell me later this spring.
....Oh dear.
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Wow! There's a much nicer, and Wiccan, old Englishman who is a caretaker at Oadby. His name is Geoff Amos, and is often seen making balloon animals. He's very nice and not crazy, I hope you meet him. He has a little orange coup that you may see around, it's adorable.
ReplyDeleteI met him! He is such a nice old man!
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