I have resisted the overwhelming urge to title this post “International Frosty Prost” and I am glad for it. Well I have as yet refrained from any electronic journaling ***I WILL use my editorial powers to viciously purge any use of that foul four letter “b” word from this site*** thus far because of my romantic clinging to the belief that our content here is so insightful, so sublime, so supercriminalfragitistic that we often must refrain from posting it for months at a time.
Tonight, in celebration of my vacation in a country with a bleeping AZERTY keyboard and where I have to use the SHIFT (labeled up arrow here) key to type a period and the “Alt Gr” key to get an @ I have chosen to treat the loyal supercrime readership, you know who you (singular) are, with a plan for a self-supporting vacation to London.
The Internet cafe I’m in also doubles as a crepe stand so you can disregard my idea as so many Nutella fueled dreams of fancy or you can take it for the pure stinking gold that it is.
If you have ever traveled to a major European city, some American cities, or seen Euro-trip than you are familiar with the countless silver/gold/white painted robots/sarcophagi/human statues that adorn the plazas in front of tourist attractions doing robot movements/not moving for hours/moving when you tip them. If not just imagine someone painted one color standing still for a long time and people rewarding their sloth with spare change. The problem with their stick is that it’s been done and over done, so here’s my idea. I will be Little Ben, I will make a costume that resembles Big Ben and I will wear it in locations where you can see Big Ben (e.g. Trafalgar Square) and I will jump around and dance and let people take pictures of their kiddies with me, and I will rake in the dough. What I am proposing has never been done before, there is novelty; it can only be done in one or maybe two locations in London to maximum effect so no else can do it. This may be the single greatest idea in the history of creatively begging people to give you money on the street.
You are welcome. My rented computer time is about to expire. I’m getting a crepe now.