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Wednesday, August 09, 2006
10:25 PM We're On Our Way To Assembly I had yet another meeting at work today to see how I was 'getting along'. One hour and twenty minutes! That's how long some films last! Now, I'm not saying that the prisoners at Guantanamo Bay have an easy life; I've seen Sylvester Stallone's 'Lock Up' and enough episodes of 'Prison Break' to know that the stuff going on in there ain't gonna be by the book. Whether getting their nuts hooked up to a car battery or getting their asses whomped around the clock, torture isn't a pleasant thing. But at least when they get tortured they don't have to feign interest like I had to. I wanted to scream "Please stop, I'll tell you everything!!" and then recount my entire life story like Chunk from The Goonies, but instead I had to keep nodding and saying "Uh huh", "I see", and "That would be an ecuminical matter". I was close to making a noose out of a lanyard (the string you use to hang ID cards around your neck) and choking myself, but I haven't actually been issued it yet. Tongue sticking out the side of my mouth and armed with a black felt and ruler, I got back to work drawing barcodes. Sort of; after looking out my window I seemed to spend an extraordinarily long amount of time daydreaming about turning The Gherkin into a giant lava lamp. Whilst trying to figure out how much water and candle wax it would take, a colleague spoke on the phone to someone about the Jamaican food 'aki'. "Aki rice, salt fish are nice" I thought. Huh?? That thought was like a reflex action, but I had no idea what it meant. "Aki rice, salt fish are nice", I mean, that's not even a proper sentence. A quick Google later and I realised; those were some of the lyrics of a song that we used to sing during assembly in primary school! "My heart is down, my head is turning around, I had to leave my little girl in Kingston Town". Aaah, the memories! I then got a sudden wave of nostalgia washing over me, and started to remember all the songs we had: "No I mustn't forget, to say a great big thank you, no I mustn't forget." Remember that one? What about "The big baboon, by the light of the moon, was combing his auburn hair" and "Yellow bird, up high in the banana tree". Quite a few of the songs had a Caribbean vibe to them, I think it's what came of growing up in a effnickly diverse 'hood. All those warm cosy thoughts were shattered, however, when I remembered the scarring memory of being forced to dance about to 'Gotta Go Home' by Boney M in my pants during PE. 19 years old I was! Then I got off the bus! Double whammy. Leave a comment ::
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