The other day I caught a late-night train from London’s Paddington Station.

While waiting for it to arrive, I went into the gents’ washroom, to find a nigger in there cleaning the floor with a mop. Being naturally and automatically respectful of others, and having a regard for anyone who does this job, as it’s not one of the most pleasant, I kept well clear of him and walked in a wide arc around him, so that I wouldn’t tread on the part of the floor that he’d cleaned.

I’m not sure what I did to upset him- either I inadvertently trod on a bit of floor that he’d washed, or I offended him by giving the impression that I was avoiding him. (I never avoid niggers; they’re not important enough.) Whatever the reason, it prompted an all-out chimp out, the like of which I’ve never seen before. This nig was screaming and incoherent with rage. I didn’t attempt to reply- there was no point, and he was quite a small creature, so didn’t pose any physical threat, but I decided that I could wait until I was on the train before using the facility, and made for the door.

Harmless though he was, this experience did shake me up a bit. This was pure anger. Maybe he was just channeling his feelings towards the human race? I suppose that I could complain to the station management, but if the cleaning supervisor is another Zulu, I can’t see that getting me anywhere.