On his lunch break, David liked to ponder upon the exaggerated place humans assigned to themselves in the universe.
He tried to be at one with the ocean.
He strived to blend in with nature, with no sense of superiority over that passing seagull, or that gust of wind, or the electric flash of that mullet beneath the surface.
He relished the smell of the gentle marine breeze in his avid nostrils.
He tasted the saltiness of the sea with each pore of his skin.
But most of all, he was wondering what the fuck could possibly hold up Paul, whose turn it was to fetch the Big Mac meals, with supersized French fries and diet Coke.
Look at the three of them. So cute.
Even cynical old me had to pause, and take out the camera and grab a shot of the trio waiting for their human outside the Bank of Ireland.
I was about to leave when I felt compelled to give them a little pat on their cutie heads.
Gorgeous little doggies.
Now, to find some antiseptic and plasters for my shredded index and middle fingers.
Jayzus. The north inner city has changed beyond recognition.
I couldn’t believe what happened to me today.
I was mugged for my falafel…
… probably the reason why neoprene was invented.