my innermost sanctum

hey sailor!

the navy are in town. the US navy that is. and the sight of them in my neighbourhood was rather surreal.

and then the more provincial amongst wee islanders gawped at them like as if the sailors had antennae sprouted from their noggin's. whereas a wanker or two - of the wee island variety of course - turned aggressive at the mere sight of white men.

and of course, young britneyspears-lookalikey's were dribbling absolutely chuffed to see a herd of white chaps around them.

just so typical. first world "country", third world behaviour.

i was walking out of the tube station, heading home, that i first chanced upon a huge crowd of lads buying their train tickets at the dispensing machine thingy. turned to my colleague and remarked, "heh. the navy are in town. or probably the marines."

like i'd said, it was a tad strange seeing them milling about in my neighbourhood's shopping mall. one usually sees them downtown, at dodgy bars, picking up wee island malay slags. or filipino whores. or even at the local quaffing silly.

it was like as if a quarter of the ship were out on their R&R. a throng queued at the cash machine. and some more at burger king's chowing. and more at the taxi rank, obviously wanting to paint the town red. while four of them - in two's -walked towards the opposite direction as i trundled home. apparently checking out the estate if there was any bar within a mile radius.

or whores. ok, so they might be genuinely wanting to see the area.

and then, an article appearing in today's daily rag, announcing that the wee island navy, the US navy and coast guard are having a joint exercise.

reet. so they weren't actually here on the way to or from the gulf?

or were they?