Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The SORRY People.
I MET bela Nadine, Nigerian-British at the Leo-Da Vinci, BnB in Paddington. She was an UBU Queen, I knew it at a glance. Firstly, at the BnB coffee center which she managed, she ADDRESSED me as SIR. Took me 2 seconds. WE were Dave and Nadine. And two weeks LATER, passing through London-Dodge-City, NADINE, in-charge of some brewski place, nearby. It don-t matter WHO or what U R, just come out Babee, say ME!, Nadine and Davey got da handle! Nadine and DD, artistes, who knows. Nadines and Dave, don-t matter bout each other what we know bout each other that WE DON'T KNOW. Nadine and Dave, Prince or Queen, what is meant to be, surrounded by, and in a SEA of BRITS saying, every 5 mnutes, SORRY!....I fell off a Cliff! SORRY. I just robbed a BANK! Sorry. I just killed my Wife! Sorry! Did I OPEN the Beaujolais too soon! SORRY.... Yet, UN-cannily, never a peek-a-boo of a SORRY about the 20 bucks, borrowed last Tuesday, almost, beckoning or demanding...a SORRY from the innocent party.
c2019,davedelacroix, paddington station, london....sad ol U.K.
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