old guys

I feel that I should explain my comment about setting fire to shit, if only because it's funny. A few weeks ago I went for lunch at Claraplatz and adjacent to the Kiosk there, where the "old men" hang out with their special brew and meths, there was an upturned buckled bicycle with various pieces of litter crammed into each and every available orifice. It was actually surprisingly arty considering none of its artists were of sound mind, but the very little stops art.



So the story continues. Not to be outdone by their inebriated peers, the next time I went to Claraplatz a couple of days later, the bent and rusty bike had been removed (or perhaps reclaimed by its owner..) and in its place was a pile of clothes. They didn't look particularly tatty or old, but also not the high quality H&M gear that seems to be all the rage with the youth. Anyway, the thing that stuck me about this particular pile of clothes was that it was on fire. The game, by the looks of it, was to set the clothes alight, sway back to your flea infested pals, giggle a little then return to the clothes and put them out with your preferred hooch.

At some point, of course, the police arrive to dampen the fun. Sadly this scene was far less boring that it could have been. No senseless police violence, no drawing of guns, no shouting and even no complaining by the offending party as he / she / it was arrested. Life should be more like Cops. Oh wait - that is real life isn't it - Heaven help me when I move there.