It’s his birthday and he’s spending it with one twitter rant after the other
Outstanding :clap:
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It’s his birthday and he’s spending it with one twitter rant after the other
Outstanding :clap:
I have an entirely irrational dislike of the phrase 'Botanical Gardens'. I think it's because my folks took me to the one in Dublin when I was little and I'd got it into my head that it was basically a zoo. When I got there, no tigers, no gorillas, not even a reptile house. Just fúcking plants!
I kicked off.
Also in Kandy I wandered into the grounds of an Anglican church and encountered the chap who looks after the graves of our brave colonial administrators, many gathered unto God at a young age. Now this chap performs sterling work tendin the cemetary, speaks excellent English and was delighted to show us around and let us look into the burial record books and so on. He even made us tea. What was mildly disconcerting was that he was about 108 years old, had o9ne single tooth in his head, and wore nothing but a dhoti. It was like talking to an incredibly ancient baby.
He didn't. Actually I wonder if i will back me up here... in the Temple of the Tooth there were about 600 million Sri Lankans jammed into a room the size of a large cupboard, with the temperature about 900 degrees, and as I stood jammed absolutely immobile amidst this mass of humanity, it struck me that there was absolutely no overwhelming reek of sweaty armpits, which one would expect ina lmost any other 'developing country'. Perhaps Sri Lankans don't sweat so bad.
The worst I've encountered was a tramp on the Paris Metro. You could literally smell him 30 seconds before you saw him. He just lurched out of the shadows with his hand out and you immediately gave him whatever was in your pocket to stop yourself gagging.
He's probably a millionaire.