The early riser

[peterbirks]

One of the advantages of scouring the news in the early morning as part of your job is that you see snippets that might be of value. The news that McGrath might miss the fourth test after sustaining an injury was enough to make me check out the price on England. It doesn't look to me as if this has filtered through to the 4.1 available, so I had a small interest, with the intention, of course, of trading it back before the game starts. Be interesting to see how important McGrath is rated, given his ineffectiveness in the previous test.

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This morning London seemed to set a record for degeneracy. It used to be that my walk from Charing Cross to work at 6.40 was a peacful journey. No Longer. Today we had two screaming drunks on the platform as I arrived, plus another comatose drunk being loaded onto the train by his friends. Then there were three or four nutter drunks outside the 24-hour Chinese restaurant on Wardour Street ("established 1997", it says, proudly, in neon), and then the final coup de gras, a scamster just north of Oxford Street. Conversation went like this.

"Excuse me"
"Excuse me".
I turn to listen to the 25-year-old or so Asian guy.
"It's okay, I'm not going to ask for anything" (At this point I know that this is a scam. The rest is just entertainment).
"I've got money" (waves five pound note). "But, the thing is. I was getting really worried. You're the sixth guy I've asked and most of them have ignored me, and ...."
"Look, what you are doing is trying to quickly establish a relationship. You have one second. Why are you talking to me?"
"Well, I've locked myself out of my car, and ..."
"No problem. That happened to me. We'll go to the police station and they have keys to help you out".
"I've already tried that."
"So how am I meant to help you when the police won't?"
Scamster gives up, walks across street in search of another mark.
"It's a scam, mate, Ignore him."

Just one final strike from Pete, there.

Fortunately I made the last 200 yards to work without seeing one drunk, con artist, drug addict or psychopath. Quite an achievement, really.

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Back to scamming

[geoffchall.livejournal.com]

Just back from Vegas and other parts American. For some reason I had expected Vegas to have similar on-street scamming but never saw anything like that. Maybe there is stuff like that downtown, but the Strip doesn't seem to benefit from these delights. It does have the surreal bunch of hustlers dishing out the prostitutes' cards wearing the charmingly direct 'Strippers 4 You' T-shirts.

It takes a bit of a mind-shift to remember the relaxed laws on prositution in Nevada, but even so, $44 does seem to be a bit on the cheap side - although of course that's the before taxes (and frills) price.

I did find the place jaw-droppingly bizarre. The concentration of all that money and sheer excess into 2-3 miles of one road is incredible. I didn't find it too hot (it was about 105-108 most of the time), but I can live with that so long as I'm not in the gym or running. Liked the hotel, although I understand people's complaint that the Luxor is gloomy - all that black glass and 40 watt bulbs has an effect.

Hated the casinos. I have a built-in aversion to manipulation like all that piping fresh bread smells into supermarkets. Thus the ways in which walk-through routes to everything are channelled through the machines and the gaming rooms irritated me immensely. I went with a vague intention to possibly dabble a bit, but this meant that every penny stayed in my pocket (or rather it went on shopping and eating).

The one thing I liked most was the egalitarianism of the whole place. Nicki and I were strolling round at 1.30am waiting for her 'A' level results and wandered into the Bellagio. We were in scruffy shorts, flip-flops and T-shirts, but were mingling with people obviously dressed up to nines and no-one batted an eyelid, nor did we feel uncomfortable or out of place.

Nicki picked up her 3 A's (and a B in Gen Studies) at a payphone on the Southern end of the stip. Nicely surreal and this means she'll be off to UCL in a month.

Pub Hours

[(Anonymous)]

Peter,

It seems the reason you brits have to put up w/drunks on early morning commutes is clear: the pubs don't open early enough! Let them pubs open for biz every morning at 6a.m. and the drunks and scamsters will be hustling an even earlier crowd around 5:30 a.m. for the price of their first pint and you will have a peaceful walk to work. I'd get on to your MP about this if I were you.

BluffTHIS!