literally another aussie in london

You killed my baby, figuratively

Now that I have an office I am happy, but, there are down sides.

My window looks over a communal back patio type situation, so anyone from our block can be out there while I work.

The other day this was a couple. I’ve already tweeted it, but it is too good for mere tweetage.

The quotes are just the woman/girl/babymomma talking, the dude was whisper quiet.

“I’m here because I care about my baby, and you fucked that fucken whore, our fucken baby, you don’t care.”

Technically doesn’t that mean he doesn’t care about you, my dear, rather than a slight on an itty bitty baby.

“I’m a proud woman, you’re a soft man. Did you think about our baby when you fucked that whore.”

I hope not, that would be sick and wrong.

“Don’t touch me, I haven’t seen you in 3 weeks, you’ve probably had your hands all over her”.

Probably his cock and tongue too.  Hopefully his tongue, I’d hat to think he cheated on his lady, and he isn’t a giving lover.

“You’ve killed my baby”.

Not literally, I think.

Then she was just sobbing. Trust me, it was way too melodramatic to be sad, sounded like she was auditioning for eastenders.

“You don’t believe in me, just go, no, you’re not going. Listen to me, one day you are going to, oh just go.”

Even I am confused as to what his next move should be.

He decides to leave, and her phone rings, she picks it up and has a chat like none of the last 10 minutes ever happened.

I wanted to go out and give her a bunch of flowers and thank her for the performance.

January 26, 2010 - Posted by Jrod | living in london | overheard conversations