Last night, while I waited in drained apathy for the next Edgware train at Tottenham Ct. Rd ("Hey Northern Line controller, how about a *radical* plan where every other train goes to Edgware? No? You'd rather two trains going to High Barnet then three to Edgware? I see where you're going with this.")...
Erm...Where was I?
Anyway, these two big black dudes came onto the platform and were, as the title, Comedy Homies. I actually thought they were taking the piss. They'd dressed themselves like they'd come straight out of an LA hip-hop video...and sprinkled their conversation liberally with "motherfucker" and "shit" (with reference to stuff) as unnaturally as only someone who doesn't speak that way could. They bumblingly attempted to work out how they were going to get to Angel tube.
And I do mean bumblingly. It was like watching a comedy double act as one of them banged on about Angel not being on the map in either direction, and the other tried to explain that it was on the other branch and he wasn't stupid.
The point here is that they seemed about as hard as my granny. I mean really, if you're going to go about pretending you're on the 'Lower East Side' or whatever, at least give people the impression you might want to 'pop a cap in their ass' rather than that you might politely direct them to the right bustop. Motherfucker.
Man, it was funnier than watching scenesters in the Good Mixer. Well almost. Anyway, it was funny shit. Motherfucker.