London street scenes 2
12/14/04
London
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Gigantic french fry man must be unbelievably scary if you've spent some time in the pub. Did you have time to do anything in London but take pictures? Not that I'm complaining... I want to go back, and I really enjoy these!
Posted by: Jesse at December 14, 2004 03:46 AM
Wait. So when DO we start fighting?
Posted by: Dietsch at December 14, 2004 08:08 AM
There's a fry-guy like that one (with a different expression - I don't remember this one cannibalizing himself) at a sandwich place named Achim's K-Bob in Athens, GA. Awesome. Tasty, too.
Posted by: ryan at December 14, 2004 09:13 AM
Weird. I thought you threw a photo of 2nd ave just around the corner from St. Marks in to see if we'd notice. How many of those creepy fry statues are there? Interesting to see if people could pull together a collection from around the world.
Posted by: joshua at December 14, 2004 10:46 AM
The best part about the cannibal fries is that it's *winking*.
That's fodder for many a nightmare.
Posted by: Mike at December 14, 2004 11:13 AM
I thought Fry Guy was smoking a ciggy at first - you know, after hours with his fat buddy Richie, piss drunk and swarthy, bellowing at pretty tourists with cute backpacks.
Later, when the sun was coming up, Fry and Richie would begin to stagger home to their flat at No. 3 Green Dragon Court, passing the regular Sunday boot sale vendors setting up; in a fleeting reverie, Fry would dream about the day he'd have a sweet little family of his own, his precious little fry girl searching his pockies for pence to buy the white rabbit "But, pleeese, Daddy, she needs me".
A few steps away, depending on how early and how drunk, Richie would stop and stare at the old poster, trace the line of a pine tree, and slur, for the 59th time, how he would love an old log cabin somewhere in the Pennsylvanie woods, pioneering spirit and a rifle and deer and rabbit stew and where men were men.
Fry would nudge him and they would both promise the old theatre, for the last time, that someday they would rescue it and restore it to its former glory and show nothing but westerns and the occasional kung-fu flick, give the old sport back some of its bloody dignity, for pete's sake.
Slipping the key in the lock, Richie would groan about work coming again in a mere 12 hours, Fry would usually hit him on the back and tell him they wouldn't be down in the depths of the glass-domed office buildings forever, making sure lights came on and fire extinguishers were up-to-date. Usually Fry would tell him that and a joke, and they would have a bowl of cereal and then sleep until it was night again and their week would start up as normal. But not tonight. Tonight it took a moment for Richie to realize his best mate Fry was still standing down by the gate with his pockets turned inside out. Fry was swaying slightly, staring at a few pence in his hand, and starting to cry.
Posted by: PurpleCar at December 14, 2004 12:29 PM
PurpleCar - *applause*
Posted by: recountess at December 14, 2004 01:18 PM
Wow.
Posted by: Mike at December 14, 2004 01:54 PM
INSANE....lol that was too much for me..
Posted by: Chris at December 14, 2004 03:50 PM
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. These pics are so inspiring, I typed it out in just a few minutes. They really are great shots. Thanks for posting them.
Posted by: PurpleCar at December 14, 2004 06:04 PM
but when does fry guy start fighting?
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