The Devil is all around us?

I was sitting at the Mayfair, which is a fairly common event for me – but this evening as I sat I started making note of how the bartender was chopping the limes. Her face was so intent, the look in her eyes so evil that one might think that she was possessed; if you believe that such things are possible…






Any way as she chopped chop chopped I had a weird feeling that something was crawling on my leg. Now a cockroach or mouse would not be out of the realm of possibility at the Mayfair so I jumped out of my chair and backed away from the bar.

Directly underneath where the bartending was executing the limes and directly in front of my barstool I saw this deterioration on the bar.

Now I don’t know about you, but I think it has an uncanny resemblance to my imagining of what the Devil looks like when he’s not trying to fool you by looking like George Bush :)