We argued on the bus,
I'd been upsetting her friends,
she was seeing me in a new light,
claiming it possessed a blue tinge.

"Look," I said, " When my friend's daughter (blonde, blue-eyed, beautiful) introduced him to her black boyfriend, he made them tea and discussed the West Indies cricket tour. He dosn't need you, a Marxist, with a copy of Spare Rib in your left pocket, and a badge saying "Dead men don't rape" on your right, pointing a finger and hollering "Racist" because he refuses to call a blackboard a chalkboard."

"Ho-ho, that's a right Tory attitude."
she wagged her finger, tobacco spilling from her roll-up.
"Look," I said, "Its been said that `Intellegent materialism (which she hated) is closer to intellegent idealism (which she followed) than unintellegent idealism'. "(which she espoused)

"What dickhead said that?"
She lit her cigarette.
"Vladimir Ilytch Ulyanov." I said.
"Who the fuck's that?" she said.

©Joe Fearn