S A TUR DAY Night!
Dec. 12th, 2014 05:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cyranoHad one of those weird vivid half-awake vivid imaginations. A roller derby league, like back in the seventies when it was more of a professional wrestling soap opera. Except in this league it was the zebras who had beefs and throw downs.
In fact, in the middle of a match the jam timer (whose name I do not know) started picking at Curt Vile, one of the penalty timers, for his name choice, insinuating that it was simple plagiarism of an early nineties punk artist. They both had accents that suggested lower class England.
"It's not plagiarism, you stupid git. It's an homaaaaaaaaage! You obviously know nothing about early 20th century composers!"
"Don't you talk down to me, you pretentious pseudointellectual hat-basket!" I have no idea. Don't ask me. I was just watching. But at that point, he grabbed a surprisingly heavy bouquet of foxglove from a flower cart located near the scoreboard and started thrashing Mr. Vile. Blossoms were flying everywhere, and distracted skaters had abandoned their jam, and then I had to go get a drink of water.
In fact, in the middle of a match the jam timer (whose name I do not know) started picking at Curt Vile, one of the penalty timers, for his name choice, insinuating that it was simple plagiarism of an early nineties punk artist. They both had accents that suggested lower class England.
"It's not plagiarism, you stupid git. It's an homaaaaaaaaage! You obviously know nothing about early 20th century composers!"
"Don't you talk down to me, you pretentious pseudointellectual hat-basket!" I have no idea. Don't ask me. I was just watching. But at that point, he grabbed a surprisingly heavy bouquet of foxglove from a flower cart located near the scoreboard and started thrashing Mr. Vile. Blossoms were flying everywhere, and distracted skaters had abandoned their jam, and then I had to go get a drink of water.