E(ast) Bay Ray
It was a slow evening in the parade of shops round the corner from my domicile. I'd stopped in at the curry-house for some Nepalese scoff to discover they were 'under new management'. Still, it tasted nearly the same, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
There was a chap in there, bobble of hat and mien of cider-pickled builder, waiting for his own selection of comestibles.
He engaged me in 'conversation'. This seemed to involve picking a random consumer-durable, say my mobile phone, and asking me if I wanted to sell it. Then he dug out his shiny new and bright pink RAZR, telling me I could have it for a hundred notes. I declined, mentioning that though it was a jolly nice phone (Yes, I think I'd have a pink one over a black one, just for spite) I needed to spend some money on my car. "Oh, " he went, "d'you want to sell it?"
Dear Christ.
Price of everything, value of absolutely nothing.
I shall remember that fellow the very next time someone tells me what I may expect to make on the tedious fucking annoyance engine that will make David Dickinson market traders of you all and I hope you're happy with your empty lives of tat acquisition because you're surely missing something of your souls if you're that excited by bargains for something I've just thrown out or am about to re-purpose.
There was a chap in there, bobble of hat and mien of cider-pickled builder, waiting for his own selection of comestibles.
He engaged me in 'conversation'. This seemed to involve picking a random consumer-durable, say my mobile phone, and asking me if I wanted to sell it. Then he dug out his shiny new and bright pink RAZR, telling me I could have it for a hundred notes. I declined, mentioning that though it was a jolly nice phone (Yes, I think I'd have a pink one over a black one, just for spite) I needed to spend some money on my car. "Oh, " he went, "d'you want to sell it?"
Dear Christ.
Price of everything, value of absolutely nothing.
I shall remember that fellow the very next time someone tells me what I may expect to make on the tedious fucking annoyance engine that will make David Dickinson market traders of you all and I hope you're happy with your empty lives of tat acquisition because you're surely missing something of your souls if you're that excited by bargains for something I've just thrown out or am about to re-purpose.