literally another aussie in london

racist jokes aren’t funny, but read this anyway

Not that long back I was at a gig.

It was my first gig since the Duckworth Lewis Method had given me a free ticket a few months earlier.

So it was cherished.

I had just finished the book, so was looking to relax.

My mate and I had half a bottle of top class whiskey, then took off to the gig with a hip flask of less quality whiskey.

We met up with our mates, had a blast, got pissed and waited for the gig to start.

While we were hammered one of the guys i don’t know as well said, “My mate sent this, it is pretty bad”.

He shows me his phone and I expect to see some dude swallowing horse semen or something.

Instead I see a racist joke.

It was something to do with running over a Paki ( I doubt they meant it in the Australian non-racist sense of the word) twice.

I can’t remember the details, but even if it wasn’t racist, it wouldn’t have been funny. Fail, fail.

Then I look at the guy, and he has a shit eating grin on his face.

I say, “is that funny?”

“No, it’s shit isn’t it”.

“Then why show it to me?”

“My mate is a dick”.

Then the conversation was ended by a drinks round.

I just don’t get it, what is the point of showing me this? To point out that he has racist friends, that he really thinks it is funny and he can’t say, or did he just think i would congratulate him on his pretty fucken phone.

For the rest of the night I steered clear of him and hung out with another wannabe writer.

After a few more drinks, me and this writer decided that we should replicate those historical blue plaques people have on their house if someone famous and worthy had lived there.

Mine would say, Jarrod Kimber (literary magician) lived here until 2012.

I thought that was much more funny than a poorly written joke about running over a Paki, but then again, I was pissed.

My new Ashes book.

December 6, 2009 - Posted by Jrod | living in london | racism