Yop
At about 5pm on the 11th of November the tube station at Victoria was packed with silent passengers. Amid the crowd I spied a small fat man in a baseball cap, who gave off the agitated aura of those who are mad. He was carrying a bottle of strawberry Yop and moved with darting eyes. He went to stand next to a smart and moderately attractive businesswoman in her mid-thirties. He then began to sing at the top of his voice, in a rising scale: “M-I-C-K-E-Y-M-O-U-S-E, Mickey Mouse!†With the spelt name being yelped excitedly in increasingly strangled fashion as his vocalised madness looped in public, for all to ignore.
After perhaps five spellings he got aboard a District Line train. As it pulled away an exhausted-sounding Asian man began to announce train details over the Tannoy. I vaguely expected the microphone to be snatched form his dull lips and “M-I-C-K-E…” but it was not to be.
“At least he was having fun,†I said to my friend, after the madman had gone.
“He had his Yop,†my friend agreed.
November 13th, 2005 at 4:08 am
That was me.
November 13th, 2005 at 8:23 pm
I maintain that this is the work of the Disney corporation, destroying the brains of innocent men, then programming them with only promotional material, and releasing them onto the public transport systems of the world.