Move ya ass

I spent most of Saturday afternoon getting my schoolwork organized and printing off some readings that I have been missing, finally finishing up and leaving the computer lab at around four in the afternoon. On my way back to Byng Place I generally cut through the grounds of the School for Oriental and African Studies, and I would be remiss if I didn't mention that this place is hilarious to me, attracting quite a mix of people trying to get you to sign up for the Socialist Student Union, Amnesty International, the anti-Google club, and various other causes. I'm pretty sure there was a place where you could donate money to help assassinate George Bush and Tony Blair, but maybe I just imagined it. On the upside, there is one person I like to see at this daily congregation, and that is the Hare Krishnas. Why, you might find yourself asking? Easy. They give out free vegetarian meals on the SOAS campus, served up off a tiny trailer hitched to the back of a bicycle. The only problem is that every time I go there I have absolutely no money on me, so I can't pitch in a few pence in the tip jar. Oh well, I figured organized has taken so much from society over the centuries, it is high time they started giving something back. Free meals for people like me is a good start (although I certainly hope they are helping to feed the homeless as well).

This Saturday the grounds were fairly vacant except for a few people milling around the stairs of one building, although I hardly noted them initially as I was walking into the sunset and my vision was rather impaired. Out of seemingly nowhere a lady jumped in front of my holding a camera and asked if she could film me. Specifically, she wanted me to wave to the camera and then shake my ass for her. To my credit, I maintained my composure rather well when confronted with this request; a small smirk flashed across my face, I arched one eyebrow said, "You're joking, of course." She informed me that she was not, and was doing some sort of project involving men or somesuch, and she was filming random guys waving to the camera and wiggling their posteriors. Needless to say, I was more than eager to get my buttocks jiggling on film, so I performed for her not once, but twice (the light was quite satisfactory in the initial shot). After ensuring that my performance was adequate, I continued on my way, safe in the knowledge that this is the kind of thing will eventually torpedo any attempt I make to run for political office. Ah, well...