Lady Grinning Soul

"Time – he’s waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me, boy"

Two black Rastas were standing outside a Caribbean record shop, dressed in black leather jackets, eating instant noodles.

And the other day, I was on the subway, right.
Thoroughly enjoying Coldplay’s new album, right. (Oh the horror! Commercial music!? Oh no!)
And this flamboyant man of the homosexual persuasion enters and sits a few seats away, with one of his “girlfriends”, all the while gesturing and moving his hands in the air, like an opera conductor!
Now I am listening to “Lovers in Japan/Reign of Love”, completely oblivious to this flamboyant presence on the subway, well not completely, but I could care less, right?
And then across from me, is sitting this, this hulk-esque Asian guy who is so jacked, he can barely sit on the small subway seats. Him and his buddy, have probably just left the gym and he’s trying to read some sort of massive textbook, nursing I’m guessing. He’s inscribed on every side of the textbook, what must be his last name: HO.
Now this guy had finally settled with his highlighter, and like five different coloured post-its, right?
Then the aforementioned gaudy, glitzy, character enters the subway. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I saw Hulk get all uncomfortable, shifting and fidgeting his enormous limbs trying to concentrate on his textbook. He finally gives up!
I am out-and-out enjoying myself with this show, as I overhear Hulk talk about workout routines and his adversary talk about issues of femininity, along with all but a myriad of hand and full-body contortions and gesticulations!

look at my watch it says 9:25 and I think oh God I’m still alive