Amid the stink of damp, active asbestos removal, wandering tramps and flustered yet remarkably resourceful librarians, I was treated to the presence of two charming young gangstahs. They had the hoods, the swagger, the steez - all that shit. And were sat in the QUIET ZONE of the library of all places, loudly counting an astounding number of two pence pennies and reciting impromptu beat poetry to each other while the rest of us tried to ignore the unnecessary disturbance to our studious reading (I was engrossed in the Glassco's wondrous tales of 1920s Montparnasse, Paris).
Yet these two gentlemen proceeded in their chosen self-expression, an art form that managed to drag me from my enthusiastic page turns and captivate my curiousity. There were many a line that have eluded my understanding, and therefore memory, but these two men were saying something relevant, exciting and fresh.
"...governmentsandpoliticianstelltoomanyliez."
was the closing line, which is all I managed to scribble down.
The pair then continued hustling about the bookshelves for a good hour longer, then politely approached each reader and apologised profusely to the dear "Sirs" and "Ladies and "Babies" (I was Baby) for making such a "damn racket" wished us all a "merry and marvelous Christmas break". With a tip of their hoods/caps they were gone.
What a treat. <3
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