Friday, July 18, 2008
East Enders
I was walking through Leather Lane on my way to the office this morning. For those not familiar with Leather Lane in London it's a streetmarket where you can buy cheap clothes, food, fresh juices and dodgy mobiles. I tend to hit the juice cart and get some off the nice Ecuadorian man or his wife while listening to South American radio and we talk about the lousy weather.
This particular morning there were two big, burly east London men setting up a stall. One was about 40 and looked like one of the guys who didn't make the try-outs for the original Run-DMC. The other guy was much older in his late 60's and could have easily been seen selling live bait or trawling supplies at the docks. They were setting up their pitch and seemed to be engaged in a heated discussion.
Run-DMC: You don't love me anymore.
Captain Birdseye: What?
Run-DMC: You don't love me no more.
Captainbirdseye: What rubbish are you talkin?
Run-DMC: If you don't love me anymore why don't you just say so?
Captainbirdseye: I don't love you anymore.
Run-DMC: Oh yeah, prove it!
Initially I thought he said "You don't want me no more" but as the argument progressed it was clear that this was lover's tiff and the word love was unabashedly being bandied about. All the other stall holders were watching this drama unfold and I admittedly was keen to see the two of them fall into a passionate embrace but was running late for work and my Ecuadorian juice man was beckoning.
I was walking through Leather Lane on my way to the office this morning. For those not familiar with Leather Lane in London it's a streetmarket where you can buy cheap clothes, food, fresh juices and dodgy mobiles. I tend to hit the juice cart and get some off the nice Ecuadorian man or his wife while listening to South American radio and we talk about the lousy weather.
This particular morning there were two big, burly east London men setting up a stall. One was about 40 and looked like one of the guys who didn't make the try-outs for the original Run-DMC. The other guy was much older in his late 60's and could have easily been seen selling live bait or trawling supplies at the docks. They were setting up their pitch and seemed to be engaged in a heated discussion.
Run-DMC: You don't love me anymore.
Captain Birdseye: What?
Run-DMC: You don't love me no more.
Captainbirdseye: What rubbish are you talkin?
Run-DMC: If you don't love me anymore why don't you just say so?
Captainbirdseye: I don't love you anymore.
Run-DMC: Oh yeah, prove it!
Initially I thought he said "You don't want me no more" but as the argument progressed it was clear that this was lover's tiff and the word love was unabashedly being bandied about. All the other stall holders were watching this drama unfold and I admittedly was keen to see the two of them fall into a passionate embrace but was running late for work and my Ecuadorian juice man was beckoning.
