Sitting on the train this morning, I heard a guy talking loudly on the phone, really having a good rant. I started feeling sorry for the person on the other end, who apparently couldn't even get a word in.
I then got the urge to see what this guy looked like, so discreetly looked around for a quick glance, upon which I realised he wasn't on the phone at all. He was just talking to himself, or to anyone who might care to listen. Which I did.
Here are some highlights:
"They called me a bludger? Me? What about my friend Con? He thinks he's the boxing champion. Pff. I could go over there right now and take him. Don't think I couldn't."
"And you're going to blame me for the last 45 years of Sydney's history? When I wasn't even in Sydney back then?"
Well, I wasn't, but now that you mention it..
And then later came some fascinating conspiracy theories about how music was trying to talk to him about heaven and hell:
"First there was Alice Cooper in 1976 with "Go To Hell". Then Bryan Adams in 1984 with "Heaven". Then in 1987, Belinda Carlisle with "Heaven Is A Place On Earth", and then finally U2 in 1987 with "If God Will Send His Angels". And don't get me wrong, these are good songs. I like them all very much."
Personal problems aside, the guy knew his music history, which I had to respect.
Anyway, there is no real point to this post, other than the fact that I couldn't let these genius rants go undocumented. And all this before 7am.