NOT AT ALL
in fact as happy as a jaded cynic can possibly when armed with a camera (and all prejudices vibrating at peak) when a couple of apparently Moslem chappies stepped arrogantly out of the side-street, too closely crossed my bows, and hoofed briskly away in front. Deep in animated conversation they completely ignored the well-wrapped figure—still perceivably feminine despite the accoutrements of over-dress—carrying a bonny wee babe in her arms silently following several yards behind.
They ignored her completely.
My first thought, that perhaps they might be deeply in love (with each other) was abandoned when I put their behaviour down to cultural differences. WOGs*.
My bows crossed but course unchanged I followed close behind and observed … that … at no time did either of them give the slightest sign that they were aware of the lady’s presence. She may as well have been a trained dog (in fact, I think she was).
AND she trotted astern in silence, holding and tending what was obviously a well cared for and much loved infant. I considered a snap or two for later commentary but gave away the whole idea—some WOGs* get a bit scratchy if a sub-human pays any attention to the lady they are totally ignoring; and I’m old enough now to be a bit more discreet.
THEY WENT THEIR WAY
and I went mine. But later when wanting a shot of the soon to be demolished Cambridge Arcade I saw them sitting outside the Esk Street entrance I reconsidered. The two guys were still deep in animated conversation, and (the missus?) aside in silence except for the child.
I got my snap and nobody noticed …
—make of it what you will. I found myself wondering if Mr Redhat and Mr Brown jacket were discussing tactics, strategy, ways-and-means of taking over New Zealand so it too could become an Islamic paradise.
Naaaaah … Islam is the definitive Great Religion Of Peace, no?
Stupid paranoid dog …
* WOG being of course “Word Of God” … I use it not pejoratively but to define. (Saves a lot of text.)