In the middle of 2015 I moved to London for my first job and wrote a few Facebook posts about my new life. As I found some of my friends quoting them at random, I decided to continue documenting my slow descent into madness, culminating in about 10k words worth of rambling. I finally (as of mid-2017) cleaned them up and made them available to a wider audience.
Just a normal week in Paddington. On Tuesday as I was waiting at a pedestrian intersection, a guy standing next to me just said
“We hold Christian lunches every Monday at the Smiths pub.”
“Sorry, what?”
“We hold Christian lunches every Monday at the Smiths pub.”
“Oh, okay.”
That was the end of the conversation, the light changed to green and we went our separate ways. He didn’t try to sell me anything, just really wanted to share this nugget of information.
Yesterday evening as I was walking back from Sainsbury’s, this guy walking next to me said in a heavy accent:
“My friend, do you smoke marijuana?”
“Umm, no, sorry.”
“How about cocaine?”
“Nope”
“Okay, have a good evening!”
Not sure if naive undercover cop or a naive drug dealer.
What is this district I don’t even. The most polite and the weirdest place ever.