Operation Softly Softly

I wait.

Tick followed Tock followed Tick followed Tock.

A man walks past who looks like George Best. I'm tempted to shout 'where did it all go wrong George' but then I remember that Georgie is no longer with us.

I turn to the newspaper. Apparently, The Greeks have been poisoning British tourists. Or Carbon monoxide, it adds almost as an after thought. Never order the feta cheese salad with extra CO, I say.

A man walks past who looks like his wife ran off with the milkman and sold all his Led Zeppelin albums including the one signed 'Jimmy Flange' by a pissed up John Bonham.

Biscuits give you venereal disease.Thats what the Guardian says.

A woman walks past so uneasily i think she may be made of blancmange.

Time ebbs and flows.Some times I check my watch and 10 minutes has passed.Sometimes a few seconds. The gracht flows beneath me and people flow beside me.
I zone in and out.I think about things to buy from the shops.Cheese, Cake , Cheesecake, biscuits.Better not buy them actually.

George Best returns and walks towards me I now begin to suspect that he is a Mental.
I suspected correctly. He asks me why I'm sitting on his friend.Im sat on some sort of stone sculpture. I have absolutely no idea how to answer that question.I see out of the corner of my eye that Mrs Blancmange is staggering towards me.I wonder if Ive always attracted mentals like this.

All of a sudden a man shuffles up and says 'fiets?'

To be continued