Streettheatre

One nice thing about living on a terrace in a poorer part of town is the great performances you get during the summertime.

Some Indian family is having a great little screaming fighting hair-pulling squabble just outside my window right now, it's pretty entertaining. Only problem is I can't make out most of the shouting because though the women are screaming in heavily-accented English the men are only speaking Urdu. As far as I can tell it's some kind of drama regarding photos on myspace and she's not going out with him how can you do this yadda yadda yadda. Only interspersed with face-scratching and hair-pulling and the two men pulling the women apart to slap them and shout gibberish.

Ooh, they've got the police around now. Street theatre, how I love you.