Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Monday, 13 July 2020

When, prodded by my desperate mother

I signed up to train as an interpreter
I was led to believe that I would have some choice
in the language that I learned.
I wanted to learn a Middle Eastern language
- Arabic or Persian, even Turkish.
But I was told that I would have to
take instruction in Russian.  I refused.
Eventually I was discharged as
Psychologically Unsuitable for Service -
Though really it was Her Britannic Majesty's Air Force
that was structurally unsuitable for the likes of me.

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