Do you know what? I was going to take offence at this, but you're completely right.
In my defence the, reason it's that way round is that originally I was going to post an ironic, useless spot along the lines of "I spotted my friend Saj." and leave it at that.
Ha fucking ha right? But then I got carried away with the pleasant memory of the encounter and added all the circumstances round it, making it both boring, pointless and yes, rather lacking in dramitic tension.
I stand corrected.
Not entirely lacking in dramitic [sic] tension, Dooks; what action there is, although denuded of its full potential for suspenceful impact, nonetheless captures the reader's attention with its vim and elan, while, as a convincing facsimile of contemporary street argot, it impresses, although in the final analysis it is perhaps most persuasive as an exposition of the life-affirming bonhomie sadly lacking in much of our social interaction today. All in all, an engaging, if not fully realised, vignette. A story fit for King's.
Not entirely lacking in dramitic [sic] tension, Dooks; what action there is, although denuded of its full potential for suspenceful impact, nonetheless captures the reader's attention with its vim and elan, while, as a convincing facsimile of contemporary street argot, it impresses, although in the final analysis it is perhaps most persuasive as an exposition of the life-affirming bonhomie sadly lacking in much of our social interaction today. All in all, an engaging, if not fully realised, vignette. A story fit for King's.