scream like a girl

if you had been at cambridge last saturday, you would have had the privilege of witnessing me scream like a girl - YES, right in the city centre with a hundred eyes fixated on me.

some american idiot, with his cowboy hat and boots, set me up nicely. him and his escorts, perchance were following me for a few minutes. he had this HUGE viscious looking rubber snake on his left hand with the tail of that snake looped around his neck. don't ask me what type of rubber that snake was made off, it was so lifelike, the gentle movement of the american made the snake move side to side while its forked tongue danced in the air.

so, this is how it all happened. the idiot snuck up behind me and said in a louder than normal tone .. this is what people don't understand. i looked behind, supposing he might be talking to me for whatever purpose, and just yelped a fu&*^$ng hell and ran a few meters to my immediate right. i saw a shiny black snake with a reddish belly. just for the sake of tormenting me, the bastardised rubber odds-on turned into a genuine snake for a few seconds. my heart raced at a 100 miles an hour and a wry smile came about when i became conscious that it was nothing more than a dummy. i had a passing look at monica and there she was - more or less standing right next to that devilish creature while remaining flawlessly calm and unruffled. monica can't stand to watch a snake on the telly !! may be she was stunned and couldn't move ? nevertheless, she appeared valiant while i looked sheepish.

i gripped her hand, swiftly moved away from those 200 odd jeering eyes on st. andrew's street towards don pasquale, our favourite italian joint. one good consequence, the snake had made me work a good appetite.

to those reading this blog - STOP LAUGHING !! it was a snake and it looked real, my legs still shaking now !! had it been silver instead of black, i would have peed in my trousers. [why silver you ask ? ahh .. hmm .. that’s another story]