You're all Bigots!

I am a first generation economic migrant hailing from that classical civilisation Greece. My family came over for a multitude of reasons that frankly are boring so when asked what made me travel over here I leave a dramatic pause and say the weather. Sick to the high teeth of year round tans and food you have seen grow, a sea front home and something called home. We came here to Manchester a cross between an angry drunk and a moistened towel; don’t get me wrong I love this city because it straddles hope and despair with a classical sensibility, hope is dangerous and despair pointless. Too young to realise that I was different it was pointed out to me not by primary school kids they on the whole liked my foreignness but by children who should have known better, in a place where the uniform was stricter, I was not uniform. It didn’t help that I didn’t grow and was and am weirder than that lump on your back you sometimes brush against in the shower that reminds you of your own mortality. Secondary school was my Vietnam and Jacobs Ladder style flashbacks are all too often; this was where I discovered racists, homophobes and all manner of pointless hatred, and I’m ashamed to admit that those years were where I gained the most ground as a human and my hatred of bullies, bigots and beautiful women.   

I always think it’s pointless to hate folks from other countries because A) I am one and I am a lovable scamp B) Immigrants get raw deals just ask canaries C) Think of an attractive celebrity the kind that gives you all those romantic feelings, one you want to spend your life with; being orally copulated. Are they from England? Chances are they are not. Country are imaginary lines or geographic impasses yet we stick to them imbuing a whole land mass with a single state of being for example Greeks smash plates. Well fuck hole we don’t that practise hasn’t been going on since before I was born we throw flowers and chocolate basically if it cost money we will fling it at you. Some stereotypes I can live with however like Greeks being voted the best lovers in Europe, you wonder why our economy is in the toilet? It was the first time we had been good at something in a few thousand years all man power was diverted to the pussy. Basically it went to our head, cradled the balls and worked us like a 40p a night hooker. I’m not an economist but I am pretty sure that’s what happened. 

Though stereotypes are not always negative they build and impractical and block view of a group of individuals, think how the poor women that get down to their birthday suits and do the naked monster mash with me feel when I ultimately disappoint them or how I feel letting down the mother land. Basically all I am trying to say is, I shoot too quickly and it’s your fault.