So, I bumped in to this guy, the other day, who was calling himself Dizzee Rascal. I can assure you that he was neither ‘dizzee’ (dizzy) nor a rascal. I thought to myself: ‘something smells more than a little fishy here.’ It actually smelled like a hairy trout.
After some polite questioning, in the spirit of friendly inquiry, I found out that he was actually a bank manager called Chris.
In an attempt to appear ‘down with the kids’, Chris decided to give himself a street name. Sadly, he was severely lacking in any imagination and simply adopted the monicker of a popular recording artiste. Not cool, Chris, not cool.
After I set him straight he realised that he was not really going to cover himself in glory with such foolish actions. With new found enthusiasm of a teen about to lose his cherry, Chris has set out on a spiritual quest for nirvana.
He’s changed his name to Gandhi.
He’s an idiot.
