So I sez to him I sez, that’s his fucking problem that is, not mine, his fucking problem, well it is ain’t it? I’m right ain’t I?

So I sez to him, I sez, ey listen up mate that’s your fucking problem that is and he sez to me he sez that’s your fucking problem, my fucking problem he sez, my fucking problem?

Yeh your fucking problem he sez, so I sez, listen here mate watch your words, I sez to him I sez, cause he was running his gums weren’t he? and he sez to me he sez, watch my words?
watch my fucking words? nah mate YOU watch your fucking words!

I mean can you fucking believe it, watch my fucking words he sez?

So I sez to him, I sez, tread carefully son, I sez, well he didn’t like that did he, nah he fucking didn’t, and he opens his mouth and he sez to me…

Well I just glassed the cunt didn’t I? ain’t sayin shit now are we, I sez to him I sez.

Course he’s been dead, got his ponytail caught in a escalator he did, dragged him all the way inside, right into it’s hungry void.

Cuz they’re starved bastards, escalators, starved for affection and real grub. But it didn’t kill him, because they’re fair, that’s the one thing about escalators, they’re fair. Democratic.

So it didn’t kill him, nah, not an old lad like that, he just kept on living in there in the space under the escalator, patched himself up with rubbish and made himself a little flat cap out of a capri sun sachet.

Shame really cuz you know, he was clever in the 90s, back when mark wahlberg was marky mark..

What killed him was the boredom, he lasted a while mind, he always was into his musique concrete and that’s all he got down there, but you know even for a fanatic like a him, it all got a bit much.

All that clanging, and the friction of conveyor belts, echoing in the dark.

Eventually it got so he couldn’t take it anymore, enveloped as he was by a tinnitus bearing cloud of bad vibes, he just died, I guess I mean I dunno I wasn’t there but that’s what imagine happened. Who knows? Him I guess. Him and it it and him. But like kofi annan always said nothing is funnier than unhappiness…

I work in tech now. I do I work in tech.

Well work is an overstatement, mostly I look at japanese stationary on the internet, not that I ever write anything down, but I just like it.

Pastel coloured pens and really, really, really nice tins. Matching erasers. I don’t even skip the ads, got my algorithm locked in.

Anyway where was I? Oh yeah world affairs? Prognosis requested and delivered, all on the up I think, green pastures ahead, racing lines on the corners I reckon.

Stuff and things coming thick and thin, karate chops and cobwebs, fuck it.