Yesterday, I was walking home from the shops and an old guy was walking nearby looking a bit confused. He looked at me and I had a sinking feeling - thinking he was going to ask me directions. He asked me ‘Are you a local?’ Sinking feeling continues…. I say a tentative yes.
But it was OK - he didn’t need directions at all!
But it was OK - he didn’t need directions at all!
He says ‘Well, I’d be reluctant to admit that if I were you. All these Mohammeds about (? think this is what he said, but I think he meant black skinned people).
So I said the first thing that popped into my head. I touched his arm in a confidential way and said ‘Well it makes for good food. African restaurants - yum!” and then I walked off. I think I dumfounded him. He certainly dumfounded me.