February 12th, 2009
Searching for the essence of buntiness far and wide
The best thing about life in London is that when I get in the lift up to my flat the senses are overwhelmed with the long-lasting spicy aromas of the countless curries and saag paneers and other delicious Indian dishes that have been carted up before me.
The worst thing about life in London is that I know I’m exiting the lift to beans on toast.
A breakthrough today though: having landed a hot unpaid internship, I’ve been hit with a clearly false fiscal hubris and splurged on 6 free-range eggs courtesy of Colombian Blacktail hens. Beans on eggs on toast.
To make matters more challenging, a new study released in this country argues that the use of cannabis in young gents increases the likelihood of an aggressive form of testicular cancer that attacks in the twenties and thirties by some 50 or 60 percent! Persistent use increases the likelihood even more… This empirical gem of a study coupled with the recent governmental decision to upgrade the garden green from class C to B spells trouble.
Is this a ploy to force a young man in these turbulent times to choose between the two most reliable things in his life, testes and tokes?
If one has chosen to sacrifice the bake for his beefsteak, he could do far worse in attempting to fill the void than dedicating the extra funds to taking in the pre-match outside the stadium rituals of fans of the Brazilian national football squad. At Ashburton Grove a.k.a. the New Home of Football a.k.a. the Emirates Stadium, where the Arsenal work their magic (failing to score over 90 minutes despite having 75% of possession and in turn frustrating some 60,000 folks into an unspeakable baffled anger), the Italians and the Brazilians faced off in a “friendly” match Tuesday night. The friendly (i.e. meaningless) football match with the drums and dancing of the Brazilians and the Italians outside the ground created a careless feast of smiles, beats and beautiful ladies that offered a bold contrast to the nervousness usually gripping the throngs nearing recent Arsenal clashes.
Whether or not these are the actions of bunters or harmless punters I’ll never know but if I could scrounge a few quid I bet I’d be able to find out. Maybe just one more spliff will help…