Olympics

Superman Alex also known as Alex The Cindy said he read my blog recently. He told me he liked it but it seemed to him that I lost interest in writing: "You are slacking off! There are so many things to write about, Olympic games for instance." It's hard to write about something that doesn't happen though or, in other words, it's simply no fun to write about a disappointment. Anja Gottschalk, a rider with most likely best looking bottom in the world, said a few days ago, interviewed by Evening Standard: "...Everyone has been scared off coming into the centre by all the warnings about public transport, car parking and the greedy hotels putting their rates up three or four times." Anja is absolutely right on this one. Streets of Soho are empty and whoever expected a financial boom is a doomed dreamer. Sad news is that on top of that Anja got arrested (her rickshaw got impounded) for stopping on double yellow line for a minute... Alex The Cindy, her beau, avoided detention calling his mom, who confirmed his address... Police doesn't get tough only on rickshaw riders. Critical Mass was cut short by Mets and 182 people got arrested too, for maybe protesting the Olympics: http://www.care2.com/causes/182-cyclists-arrested-for-maybe-protesting-the-olympics.html#ixzz22DhUjIUi. Clearly Olympics brought rather general tension than expected prosperity. People keep talking about a nuclear doom and UFOs over London. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1262668/Olympic-Armageddon-Top-thriller-writer-imagines-terrorist-attack-London-2012-Games.html
This video, fortunately, has less than 8000 spins.

Let's be honest! UFO strikes ruthlessly, no doubt! http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2181066/Olympics-2012-UFO-sighted-Games-opening-ceremony.html.
The harsh reality, though,  remains unaltered. UFO or not people get same drunk and messy.
One of these days I met an American by Leicester Square tube station. He had that face of a liquor soaked alcoholic. "I lost my partner and I lost a thousand pounds!" - He informed me. "You probably got robbed." - I suggested. ""I'm quite good at it." - He answered somewhat mysteriously. After a while his expression changed. "YES! I GOT ROBBED!" - He got all passionate - "THEY SAW I WAS DOING WELL AND THEY ROBBED ME!" Casinos are surely dangerous places, aren't they? And here was a truly Olympic deal for me. "I need to go to Lancaster Gate!" - He stated. I had nothing better to do. "I'll take you there for twenty quid." He gave me a chagrined smile. "So you've got no money?" - I guessed. "It's not this... I've got thousands of dollars... However I've got only about seven pounds on me... I'll give you the rest when we get to my hotel." It was late so I decided to give it a try. On the way he seemed to be pretty vexed. I heard him saying to himself: "How am I gonna explain this to my partner?!" As we arrived he handed his passport out to me and asked to wait a minute. He had many stamps from Paris, Amsterdam and States there. Soon he was back carrying a mug full of coins... We counted pounds and pennies until we reached twenty, not even a pence more. He took back his document saying: "This passport equals a loser!" and was gone.
About two days later I saw an interesting situation on Charring Cross Road. You know, them hustlers, they have that peculiar quality. Any time they see an attractive girl they absolutely have to have a go at her. An average "bad boy" usually stops in front of a girl spreading his arms, waiting until she literately steps on him and then he attempts to give her a hug. Another popular technique is to grab a passing-by girl's arm in attempt to stop her, talking some bullshit simultaneously. They usually call a girl "Sexy" or "Princes" and soon enough offer their company, ask for her number, invite for a drink etc. I don't need to explain how very much welcome is that kind of intrusion. That night I saw one fellow pinching a random girl on a cheek, calling her a "cutie" or something. Let me tell you - she didn't like it! She was pretty small and he was quite a big guy. Nevertheless she pushed him away immediately, screaming: "Don't touch me!" She started to punch that hustler's face. She really could punch! I could tell he would love to beat her back, but all eyes were on him. He had to simply take it, begging her to stop. People around watched with satisfaction. I hope he learnt a lesson.
...and by the way: the Olympics are FULLY ON!!!

Incredible Adventure(s) of Superman Alex

Superman Alex arrived to the base very excited. He left his rickshaw in the middle of the passage, came to the office and started his story: "I just had a lift to Fabric. Then that guy gets on my trike's saddle and he has hands full of some drug. He puts his hands to his face, clouds of white powder floating around him. He looks like Tony Montana. And then he just freezes there. I want to go, so I ask him to move over but he just ignores me... I try to lift him up gently but he's just completely rigid and he falls down... And he just stays there, his body all stiff. Ambulance arrives and then some other guy comes over to me and starts to shout..." "Who's this rickshaw?!?" - Suddenly we heard impatient voices. "Go and clear the passage Alex! You will finish the story later!" But he never came back, probably sharing the word in the depths of garage...

Phone calls from wifes and girlfriends

Early in a morning, especially on Sundays, the base where we keep our rickshaws is definitely taken to another dimension or maybe even a higher mystical level. Entering an altered state of consciousness many of us become Übermenschen. Superman Alex (he´s a geezer), Frenchie, Billy, Hungarian Brotherhood, Immortal Fans of Vallenato and many other Little Big Men drift away in search of meaning of life or maybe quite on contrary, to try to forget what is this actually all about... Incredible, true stories, quips, banters and wisecracks, nutters, lost and promiscuous female clubbers and even true artists whirl around like colorful, exotic butterflies amongst vivid and withal exotic flowers. Rickshaws´soundsystems emit beats, hands transmit joints and bottles, wise conversate, fools laugh, nuts go nuts. Time passes quickly and suddenly mobile phones start to twitter. ¨Don´t go!¨ - a friend stops me. ¨Why not?¨ ´Let´s stay and drink!¨ Showing me his mobile he adds: ¨My battery got flat and no one has a nokia charger but that´s all right cause my girlfriend can´t call me!¨