The ski train of misconceptions and a ad for Christian Aid
I had a thought on my way in - probably the fact that the sun was shining - 'that evil manipulator of mood’ -The thought, was following an ad I glanced (over shoulder reader) for Christian Aid - something like, '....isn't it about time we stopped living off Africans’
- And for a while, I’m deep in thought - you know trying to figure out a solution to
1. Debt relief
2. Fair Trade
3. Poverty
4. Why Ethiopian women are so fine!
5. HIV statistics
When, a black guy walks on in full ski gear, carrying a pair of skies. This is rush hour - he’s wearing every colour under the sun - the sun's out, so you can image the glare.
Ok, rewind - a black guy wearing; full ski gear plus mask, get's on my train in rush hour - i see him - he see’s me - we acknowledge each other - even though I’m dressed a little 'casual' - to be honest. What chance did Christian Aid have? Seriously!
www.christianaid.org
The following themes were formed entirely in my head; the numbskulls begin – but, as far as I am aware none slipped through the cracks of my lips
the cold; cool running (predictable), john candy was kinda large - heart attack; the smell of a McDonald's burger, school dinner ladies; the cold, snow, snow, snow ice, ‘sheesh’, a lone black guy bombing down a snowy mountain top like the passing of a black Diablo Lamborghini - the parting of the red sea, Moses, Charlton Heston – gun slinging ‘sob’ (ok, that’s what Mr. Moore wants us to think), and why the hell does he want to go skiing? Christopher Columbus! My girl, L – the nice pictures of her trip, till the story of her falling and the subsequent gash on her nose. He like me probably has friends who ‘looove’ to go skiing or snowboarding or white water rafting, trekking through jungles, surfing – real out-doors trips. Which all have great romantic notions and look a lot of fun on TV – I mean, watching Baywatch even I was nearly convinced of a career in red speedo’s, amongst sharks ‘with’ muscles living part time in a gym. But then, there are the things black people don’t do; SKI; wait for the ghost to show up; SWIM – ok swim well – Eric the Eel, who the hell gave him that name; read the daily mail; go two days without eating chicken; become vegetarians – whatever Steve!; think that it’s ok ‘not’ knowing how to dance; get Bridget Jones neuroses….BLANK!
The train stopped. He nods at me again – I realise how big skies actually are as his scrape the top of the carriage door – and I would have gone back to Christian Aid – but the guy next to me had moved on to his horoscope – those things really don’t work. The numbskulls are processing data – mmm…‘ some muffins from M&S?’. I’m smiling. ‘Yes please!’
- And for a while, I’m deep in thought - you know trying to figure out a solution to
1. Debt relief
2. Fair Trade
3. Poverty
4. Why Ethiopian women are so fine!
5. HIV statistics
When, a black guy walks on in full ski gear, carrying a pair of skies. This is rush hour - he’s wearing every colour under the sun - the sun's out, so you can image the glare.
Ok, rewind - a black guy wearing; full ski gear plus mask, get's on my train in rush hour - i see him - he see’s me - we acknowledge each other - even though I’m dressed a little 'casual' - to be honest. What chance did Christian Aid have? Seriously!
www.christianaid.org
The following themes were formed entirely in my head; the numbskulls begin – but, as far as I am aware none slipped through the cracks of my lips
the cold; cool running (predictable), john candy was kinda large - heart attack; the smell of a McDonald's burger, school dinner ladies; the cold, snow, snow, snow ice, ‘sheesh’, a lone black guy bombing down a snowy mountain top like the passing of a black Diablo Lamborghini - the parting of the red sea, Moses, Charlton Heston – gun slinging ‘sob’ (ok, that’s what Mr. Moore wants us to think), and why the hell does he want to go skiing? Christopher Columbus! My girl, L – the nice pictures of her trip, till the story of her falling and the subsequent gash on her nose. He like me probably has friends who ‘looove’ to go skiing or snowboarding or white water rafting, trekking through jungles, surfing – real out-doors trips. Which all have great romantic notions and look a lot of fun on TV – I mean, watching Baywatch even I was nearly convinced of a career in red speedo’s, amongst sharks ‘with’ muscles living part time in a gym. But then, there are the things black people don’t do; SKI; wait for the ghost to show up; SWIM – ok swim well – Eric the Eel, who the hell gave him that name; read the daily mail; go two days without eating chicken; become vegetarians – whatever Steve!; think that it’s ok ‘not’ knowing how to dance; get Bridget Jones neuroses….BLANK!
The train stopped. He nods at me again – I realise how big skies actually are as his scrape the top of the carriage door – and I would have gone back to Christian Aid – but the guy next to me had moved on to his horoscope – those things really don’t work. The numbskulls are processing data – mmm…‘ some muffins from M&S?’. I’m smiling. ‘Yes please!’
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