dopey's farewell (17.12.06)

after only receiving a meager 3 (real) votes to stay, dopey decided to pack his bags and go home. his farewell bash was held at the slug & lettuce in putney. that place sure does rock on sunday evenings. they have posh-busker-type folk there who play live music to a sunday crowd in an almost joe-kools-like-atmosphere (you know the crowd that don't give a shit about monday mornings - yip... students). they play some cool contemporary music and people dance on chairs and couches and tables and sing along enthusiastically. dopey got a good attendance (numbers must have been 35 to 40) - though not sure why... perhaps to check for themselves that he really was going. anyway it was a really good party...

i sure did miss dopey those first few days. no warm meal awaiting me when i got home. nobody to take the trash out on wednesdays. no nasty cynical remarks about arbiturary folks. no rants. no raves. no evil. it was boring...

then cobus (aka martin) moved in. i had first witnessed martin in action one night at abacus after i had joined him and dopey for a drink after my xmas party....

i soon came to realise that martin was a natural predator and a worthy successor to dopey. his beady eyes scanned the dancefloor and quickly identified his prey. a girl with a crutch. dopey had taught him well. an easy meal. survival of the fittest. with dopey-like doggedness he swooped. in no time he had rendered her useless... he had removed her crutch. trapped and with nowhere to go, her eyes were blank and meek, accepting her fate - like a lamb to the slaughter. he moved in for the kill and swiftly and viciously finshed her off. he then gave her crutch back and sent her packing. another victim. another member of the walking dead on the streets of london. another dopey reincarnate. dangerous times.

cos change is okay
what's the point in staying the same
regrets, forget what's dead and gone