Feeling a Bit Fruity
Wednesday, January 30th, 2008Welfare Two is here at last and it’s driving me up the wall!
There’s plenty going on and sure tis good fun but this getting up at half five to get to the fruit market to buy boxes of fruit for the young student types is amazingly tiring and makes me do crazy things. But before that onto the fruit market.
Oh twas a wonderous place! A hive of activity I have decided that the fruit market is infact the center of the known universe. Millions of tons of fruit and veg arrives in from all over the world to be ferried across the city by what can only be described as homicidal maniacs. Forklift trucks fly around the place at close to the speed of sound the only warning of their changing direction is a sudden “MIND YER BACKS GENTS!” and then the searing pain of a forklift fork impaling your leg.
Once you’ve freed yourself from such impalment and tidied your trousers of the gushing blood you can purchase all manner of fruit. For a minimal fee you can get enough fruit and veg to build some sort of mad fruit and veg castle that will be the wonder of the ages before it rotted and collapsed upon you. The fruit is stored in mad garage like comparments with special gas gushing pipes which would surely lead to suffication if you are trapped inside.
An interesting side note - most of the fruit arrives in over-ripe (or is it under?) allowing time for it ripen in the warehouse while masses of paperwork are completed and ensuring that it arrives in the shops tasting just right; or if it’s my local brand-name convenience store rotten and maggot infested (oh the nutrition), anyway this sentence has become unwieldly and long and needs to end, now. Thanks to Dave of Fyffes for that lengthy nugget.
Anyway, after dodging the forklifts of doom and retrieving the fruit of health my companions and I continued on our quest of delivery. At this stage I had gone completely mad, as can be noted by the ye olde style quest descriptions. In this maddened state I posed for several fruity photos (we were waiting for the college doors to open). The results of which will bring this extensive ramble to a close…I’m not taking responsibilty if they turn you blind.
