The women standing next to me was incredibly posh with blond hair and an expensive handbag; she was anything between 28 and 40 years old- probably closer to 28 but her sloaney outfit betrayed her youth. She was in conversation with the bar man, I had been waiting a while and so resented their false camaraderie until the conversation turned...
Woman: Oh god I'm just so shattered at the moment...
Barman: Really?
Woman: Yah, my sister and I have just started a charity. I'm working all the hours God's sends its farking awful.
Barman: That sounds great though, what kind of charity?
Woman: A bear charity.
Barman: A bear charity?
Woman: Yes, that's right, a charity for bears
Barman: What kind of bears?
Woman: ALL bears (she pauses) we DON'T discriminate.
God bless you Islington. God bless you
2 comments:
You are a terribly hilarious writer. Thanks for making my day better.
Sudden urge to donate to the bears. Oh teddy.
Bromptons... High street Kensington in case you are in need of some peculiar eyewear.
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