Eww Eww Eeeeewwwww
Sometimes people creep me right out. I was standing at the bar before the start of a show (review at some later date) randomly scanning around the room. I see one guy take some crisps out of a bag proffered by his friend, and in the process drop a couple of them. I stare in fascinated horror as he calmly bends down, picks them up, and stuffs them in his mouth.
The more I thought about it, the more squicked out I got. This was at The Borderline in central London. It has absorbent wooden floors. Very old absorbent wooden floors. Over the years is will have soaked up a mind-boggling amount of beer, wine, sweat, vomit and who knows what else. What’s more, since this is in a rainy city centre it means that the floor will also contain trace elements of all of the horrors to be found on inner-London streets.
So knowing all this, what in the world would make someone eat something that’s touched that floor? They’d better not come crying to me when they end up with dysentery. The five second rule does not apply here you idiots!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go and brush my teeth and gargle with mouthwash for the fifth time since getting back home.