Aristocracy?
Creative Strategy #68: Ask what things are.
The Shirtless Little Man
London, 1979 the trip we made my eldest
we were using natural family planning which
was in a word stupid. But the beer. Sooo much beer.
This is my point dude. A little man pokes me
in the shoulder and shows me a five pound note
(I think thats like 20 shillings) and he says "See That?"
I do. "That's the motherfucking Queen of England!"
He has a jacket on. No shirt. A Tie.
He came out of it. For that sharp second
He wasn't drunk. He realized he had shouted rudely at a stranger.
And I was not enjoying it. He leaned gently onto my shoulder.
"I'm so pissed," he said. "So pissed." The world had
turned suddenly sane, and everyone went
back to their lives. I was about to become a father.
—Patrick O’Leary
Nice.