Sometimes work can just seem so long, the hours wont pass, and the volume of work overwhelming you stays the same, probably because you are doing all you can in your power to procrastinate, which i think is my excuse for what happened this afternoon when Junior and i terrorised a Peckham terrorist- via email.
It all started with a suspicious email from a girl i went to high school with, Tia, whom i have not heard from in a few years. She asked me for help via email, as she was stuck in London after being held up at gunpoint and had no means left to pay her hotel bill. Well, being the kind, and suspicious, person that i am, i thought I'd email back and see if there was any way i could help. Sure enough Tia, more forthcoming than i knew her, promptly asked me to pay her hotel bill of $1,963 and promised to pay me back as soon as she got back home. Funnily enough, the address where she asked me to transfer the money to was a place literally across the road from my office in Peckham! i could hardly believe my eyes, I was in the process of rip-off negotiations with none other than Peckham's finest! Since 'Tia' for some unknown reason did not answer any of my personal questions about her life and simply demanded over and over again that i send the money NOW, Junior and I thought, well why not encourage a Peckham teen to take some exercise, all this time in front of a computer trying to rip-off Tia's friends cant be good for his health. So thanks to a little ingenuity from Junior we created a transfer code, emailed this and chortled away to ourselves as we pictured the Peckhamite walking to the nearest Western Union. It really is a shame that there are so many Western Union outlets in South London, how much more our glee would have been had 'Tia' had to walk a few miles. Mind you if he has a good swagger like the kids round here do then it would be a lot of effort to get anywhere!
Well half an hour passed and 'Tia' was back, disappointed- proving that no-one likes exercise. I apologised profusely and promptly encouraged the con-artist to return to the Western Union asap, as the money had now transferred, he must have been too fast before. So imagine our delight as this 'artist' again exercised those baggy jeaned, Nike comforted legs and limped/trekked to the shop again. Yippee.
Now this time 'Tia' really felt i had been challenging our friendship and told me so :( Having realised that there was very little chance of getting a triathlon out of this kid we gave up the ghost and Junior composed an awesome email in which he asked 'Tia' for money, African stylee! Since it was getting late and i was worried for my helpless American friend, obviously still stranded in Peckham, i also sent her links to the worst hotel in Peckham - Peckham Lodge, and that if she need further help, she call me (on Peckham Police stations number). Now it is unlikely that this kid followed up, but if they did.........
As Rowl likes to say,' Saving one Peckham kid at a time'. Today we did, by encouraging them to exercise.
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