Geoffrey Chaucer 1343-25 – English poet and writer
As to today, my story is a tad more rude than the old days…so they say
The affluent looking old man who only had one eye and a face like an orange turnip told lies day and night. As to his friends, he had none at all save for the charming young Miss Kasten from Germany who herself also had a solitary eye, only hers was to the left where his was to the right. That said, how she had a friendship of sort with such a nutter like the old boy no one knew at all save for her alone. You see, Miss Kasten rarely had her garments on at all, whereas he always dressed to kill. How so one wonders? Well, the thing is the young lady was a stripper, a very good one at that, in East London, particularly in Shoreditch whereupon she flitted around hither and thither into the sort of risqué whereabouts where her nudity was a must and it was in those places that she met that well-dressed old man. To her, he appeared to be a rich man, a very rich man who made it clear to Kasten that it was she he craved for himself. That rather appealed to her given that his money...not that she'd ever seen any...could clearly end up with her when he died, hence she did whatever the old boy asked of her. Basically, it was in her place in a tenement block in which the pair would end up for the night and in which she'd let him do whatever he wanted, and that was mainly his nasty form of intercourse. To her she didn't care, sex was sex, she loved it all. The only thing that worried her was that the old boy always came to her lodgings, never to his, and in that regard something was perhaps wrong given that he told her that he had a delightful Victorian house that one day he'd take her there. Still, until that day, she being she, forgot that and carried on per usual. However, what he never told her when he turned up was that in reality the old fool, with many penniless others, was homeless in East End's Card Board City under the railway arches. There this one-eyed he had a dustbin full of rubbish that he burnt to keep warm, along with stolen bread on a good day, nothing on a bad one.
So then, what the hell was going on? How indeed did the old fool have la-di-da clothing for himself given that he was entirely broke and homeless?
For the record, the old man did have a real name, a name that he hadn't used for years. His title being, Nelson Cricket, a name he loathed on the basis that Admiral Nelson had one eye like he had as well as the number 111 in cricket called 'a Nelson', a number 111 that means 'bad look' for the English.
It was in those early days when Nelson was born and lived in Richmond, Surrey, the young man that he was had significant wealth and material possessions from birth, after all that town was and still is an opulentresidential district bordering the exquisite River Thames. As well as that the tranquil Kew Gardens with its huge Arboretum, 17th-century Kew Palace, and panoramic views from its Treetop Walkway. Moreover, on top of that there are herds of deer roaming the historical Richmond Park. Indeed for a town like that one being so close to a busy London itself is unique. Yes, Nelson, always in his elegant and expensive clothing, was a lucky young man, so what went wrong?
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