Curik’s Vocabulary Practice

Sunday morning. Mephistopheles zips around North London on a Vespa while in Finsbury Park Dora (65) clutching The Watchtower and fifteen postcards of the Lord Jesus Christ on the cross, approaches five burqa-clad women and asks them to repent their sins and turn their back on Allah, and proffers a Werther’s Original to a soft-eyed, long lashed child in a cunning ploy to lure him into a too-early iftar. The Polish lady with three languid, dirty children rocking like Romanian orphans reaches out a greasy claw for change and a peach-bottomed black lady roars at her in indignation, Yu shul be gettin’ a job, not relyin’ on de state, teykin’ dese chillen on de street, yu shul be ashamed o yosel. Denzel, check out dissya ooman, shul be ashamed o hersel... on the W7 red-eyed men wearing paint spattered jeans yawn and a roar of old booze lurches insolently out with a slap and a cackle, a bored girl with too-tight jeans and a muffin top of white lard-like skin crawling like a slug over a rhinestone belt slaps a dummy in the mouth of a mewling child with green sleep pouring from the corners of his eyes, slimy trails of saliva chafing red angry skin, Crouch Hill and London drops away, just happy white couples clutching Sunday papers and Starbucks, thinking of eggs and toast and Monday morning and back home again…http://miminewyork.blogspot.com/2007/10/london-2007.html