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I was so upset that I cried
All the way to the chip shop
When I came out there was Gordon
Standing at the bus stop
And guess who was with him?
Yeah, Julie
And they were both laughing at me
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Oh, she is cruel and heartless
To pack me for Gordon
Just cos he’s better looking than me
Just cos he’s cool and trendy
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But I know he’s a moron
Gordon is a moron
Gordon is a moron
Gordon is a moron
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Jilted John
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This morning I am wearing a black t-shirt with a rainbow coloured molecular structure of the psilocybin zwitterion. This is what it is mostly like at blood pH. In the past I was partial to a few shrooms. When you go to a pharmacy or hospital it attracts attention. I have had a prostate specific antigen {PSA} test done this morning which will advise as to yet another MRI and/or prostate biopsy. There was a black woman in the queue who looked at the molecule, caught my eye and smiled.
I have a series of t-shirts which can catch eyes in hospitals “trust me I am a doctor” , “Schrödinger’s cat is dead / alive” superposition, psilocybin zwitterion and a Breaking Bad Heisenberg t-shirt. In general I don’t wear the Schrödinger t-shirt to hospitals because people see the “dead” word. There is a bit of a sense of humour failure here in France. In the UK these t-shirts usually spark some kind of comment, a bit of banter.
Since I have been here I have been systematically treated as if I am a bit of an “anglais-moron” according to my interpretation of events. I have yet to find a solution to the problem of forewarning people about my background and what I am capable of. It was rarely a problem in the UK because medics ask your profession there. The Imperial word can have effect.
Problem:
“Is there a way to stop being treated a priori as a moron?”
As I was waiting in the phlebotomy vampire queue I heard the dulcet tones of Jilted John in my mind. It occurred to me that I need to get a white t-shirt printed in large black {WHAM style} letters. On the front it would say, “My name is not Gordon” on the back it would say “I am not a fucking moron”.
In short I don’t think that there is a way especially since I am now a quasi-crippled semi-obese grey of a certain age.
I did think briefly that I should learn sign language. So that I could start signing instead of talking.
Hey ho…
I am pretty sure that it is unwise to wear a psilocybin zwitterion or Breaking Bad t-shirt when going through customs. Though a part of me wants to do the experiment…the results could be uncertain.
Dreamyoga 