Poor little kitsch boy.... - who do, that voodoo, that you do so well?

Poor little kitsch boy.... - who do, that voodoo, that you do so well?

toby_ray

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who do, that voodoo, that you do so well?	[Aug. 16th, 2008\|04:18 pm]
The flat next to mine has a high turnover of tenants. I think it is emergancy housing. They are often noisy and problematic. There were some lovely people who lived there until last week. Yesterday lots of 'Churchy' people keep knocking on the door asking 'Princess' to open the door. We listened through my letter box and heard them say that she had been in there for 3 days. Through the wall we could hear what sounded like Voodoo chants. It was all 'Ra-ra-ra-ra-Ka-Cha-Cha!!' You could hear weird clapping, and sometimes some bells (I'm imagining a shrunken head ion a stick with bells on). This went on for HOURS!!! At about Midnight the police arrived and they kicked down the door. We heard them say 'What have you done with all this jam?' Me and the Canadian were laughing like maniacs behind the safely of my front door, and we imagined that she had written naughty words in Jam on the walls. Eventually they got Princess out of her flat and they handcuffed and anklecuffed her. She was ranted and raving, and then she was singing 'Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus-sss-ssss-ssss-sss' making thesound of a snake. At some points she was grunting like a wild animal. Still safely behind the front door, we braved taking a peek through the letter box and Princess was a large African woman in full African Church-going-sunday-best-frilly-frock on. They eventually got her to go downstairs and the last we heard was the Policeman screaming 'Use your feet on the stairs Princess!'. Moving from the front doors to the front windows we saw her struggling with 5 policement as they eventually carted off in an ambulance. Today her front door is all padlocked, but there are traces of jam smeared on the inside glass panel.
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benchilada
2008-08-16 04:41 pm (UTC)

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I hope you've learned your lesson; always check the apartment right after the cops leave.

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toby_ray
2008-08-16 11:18 pm (UTC)

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ha! I wish I had. I was temped to go out an buy some milk (over and over again!)

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chloesha
2008-08-16 05:20 pm (UTC)

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That was unbelievable! 'Use your feet on the stairs Princess!'is my new catch phrase. I'm going to go have my way with a jar of jam now.

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toby_ray
2008-08-16 11:21 pm (UTC)

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I know, it was unbelievable! I'm going to make friends with her as soon as they let her out of the funny farm!!

I don't think I can look at a pot of jam in the same way again!

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woolly
2008-08-16 11:54 pm (UTC)

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I never suspected jam to be such a powerful instrument of Jesssssssusssssssssssss ssss ssss, but thanks for the warning.

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toby_ray
2008-08-17 08:20 am (UTC)

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I will never be able to attend a W.I. cake sale in quite the same way!

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trangpang
2008-08-17 03:33 am (UTC)

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Hahaha...use your feet on the stairs, Princess ! That is the funniest line I can imagine a policeman saying !

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toby_ray
2008-08-17 08:28 am (UTC)

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I know! It was crazy! Halfway through the whole event (when Princess was in a trace like state going 'Ummm-ra-ra-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka' I turned to Mr.Canada and said 'I love this building!' and he replied 'Yup, I know I'm back now!'

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