Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Deadpan Conversations, Vol. 13

Scene: Highbury fields. I'm on my lunch, relaxing away from the stresses of paper-shuffling. A schoolkid approaches.

Schoolkid: I've been dared by my friends; can I touch your bald head?
Me: No, I don't think so.
I felt like a killjoy, refusing such a childlike request, and letting the kid down in her important attempt to prove herself to her peer group, but then I thought, bollocks, I'm not having strangers come up and touch my bald head; it might set a precedent, and people would begin to attribute superstitious beliefs of good fortune that comes from touching my bald head. I'd be a bit like an inadvertant Jesus, curing lepers without really wanting to. And that's one of the last things I want to happen.

Posted by Bill Murray's Moustache at 2:31 pm

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous14 July 2005 at 12:58

    Maybe also you didn't want to end up looking like a weird park perv.

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  2. Bill Murray's Moustache14 July 2005 at 13:54

    That's definitely not the impression I wan't to convey, and I'd ask you to refrain from repeating these allegations.

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