Hi there, or perhaps I should say “Hello dere!” Did I ever tell you about the time I sat next to Oscar Pistorius? It was on the plane to the London Paralympics.
Excuse me, aren’t you the guy they call the Blade Runner?
Yes boy.
I thought I recognised you; you’re quite famous in my country.
Which country is that, boy?
The USA.
Oh right, I should have recognised the accent.
What are you going to do if you win the gold in the 400 metres?
My sponsor has promised me a big bonus, so I should have enough to buy my own place.
A home in the country, huh?
No, I have my eye on a place in Silver Lakes, a nice gated community where I’ll be safe from the blicks.
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Oh, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that after I shot to fame I’ve been targetted by robbers and muggers.
Oh.
No offence intended, boy.
None taken.
Such a polite bloke. Totally unlike the stereotypical white South African. I was shocked to hear he’d been charged with murdering his girlfriend. I’d like to say I hope he beats the rap, but frankly...
I don’t think he’s got a leg to stand on.