Outside I scrounge a fag from a tourist.
Sit on the same concrete block.
The air bites shrewdly.
Thank fuk for my O’ Neill.
Thx Mr. Fox!
Where was I ?
The average age of the Vietnam soldier.
On the 19th day of Christmas my true love sent to me…
19 Refugees. Vietnamese.
18 battered wives.
17 mass killings – guns and knives.
16 burning pilots
15 monks in flames
14 Daniel Pearls
13 blood diamonds
12 tear gassed babies
11 kindnapped schoolkids
10 child soldiers
9 live organs
8 hate crimes
7 stolen childhoods
5 child porn rings!
4 murdered whores
3 blind mice
2 acid burns
And a Female Genital Mutilee.
I puff on the cigarette.
The trick is with this song is to sing each time in one breath.
Obviously it gets more and more difficult with each extra verse.
I wander back in through the sliding doors.
A jet of warm air hits me.
Thank God for 24 hour airports that’s all I can say.
I’m pretty tired now.
Wonder if there are any comfy seats where I can get me head down.
In Cafe Nero me bags are surrounded by 3 armed police officers.
My old friends.
Are these your bags, one asks me.
The same one from before, who gave me a lift to Hounslow.