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Foolish Parish Polish Polish Controversy / April 4 2008

It was still a little dark at six this morning when Audrey and I veered toward the shops during our early morning walk.

As we neared the market place, I recognised one of the local Polish newcomers sitting on the pavement outside the post office. He had with him a wooden stool and beside him on the ground was an open box full of brushes and grubby cloths. How enterprising, I thought; It has been quite a while since I last encountered an immigrant shoe-shine boy vying for business on a – frankly, deserted - street in this part of the world.

I was about to wish him good morning but as I drew near he suddenly proclaimed: ‘I not cleaning you shoes, Steve. You dog is always shit in me garden, Steve. Is little shit bugger dog. Is big pile shit, Steve. I told him to council. In you blinking eye.’ (I’m not sure I heard this last bit correctly.)

I could not be bothered trying to argue with him – it was too early and I was feeling rather indifferent, so I simply ignored him and we carried on our way.

I had to button up my coat as we wandered along Water Lane past the church; a cold breeze was blowing down from the Pennines. I glanced back up the empty street before we entered the house and watched the morning sun dissolve into light.

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3 comments on “Foolish Parish Polish Polish Controversy”

Jo Beaufoix / April 4th, 2008 at 12:39 pm

Ok, I shouldn’t laugh, cos I’m sure you pick up all of the Auds little turds, but, “Is little shit bugger dog. Is big pile shit, Steve. I told him to council. In you blinking eye”. Hee hee. It’s funny Steve.

Nelson Galaxy / April 4th, 2008 at 1:55 pm

“Steve, please you dog do shit in me garden.” Or summat. Poles hey, can’t live with em but you can dance with them. eh?

Napoleon Fantastic / April 4th, 2008 at 2:18 pm

Thanks for your concern, guys, but it’s merely a case of mistaken identity which makes the situation all the more funny. I don’t know who he thinks I am - and Audrey would definitely not do such things, and anyway, I always pick up - but if I were in his shoes, I’d probably feel the same way.

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