Dazed and Confused in Nottingham
This is pretty funny. I just hopped on a bus for the five minute journey from my flat to the city center to satisfy my weekly McDonald’s breakfast craving (I know, my bad). The bus was unusually busy and I had to squeeze by a number of people before finding a seat about three quarters of the way back.
Well, you could imagine my surprise when I look up to see that I had walked right past a dude dressed head-to-tow in an awesome neon green drag outfit. I guess Nottingham is having its first ever gay pride parade today.
But the point is that I walked past this guy without even noticing him. In my defence there was a very cute lady police office standing right beside him and I guess I must have been looking at her as I squeezed between them. Still, I’m betting than one of the two Barbie-filled birdcages that the guy had jetting out of his chest would have poked me in the back on my way past.
I’m not doing the appearance of this guy justice, am I? But before he got off the bus I gave him a card and asked him to email me a picture of himself. If that happens I’ll post it here. Otherwise I’m sure that I’ll be able to find one in the news over the next few days.
The point of this? I normally consider myself a fairly astute dude. I walk with my head up and I generally know what is going on around me (four years in Sao Paulo, Brazil teaches you this) but I didn’t even notice this guy. It makes me wonder what else I’ve been missing.




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