The life @ 42nd Street

Once upon a time, long before the advent of horrifying prospects of impending doom of this small minded, uncivilized planet, in a town named after an engineer, there was a night club called the 42^nd Street. Oh, there was another club there too, but that would not be advisable to go there because the Ice House was full of pre-teen schoolgirls. Well, except in the case of those seeking some bent forms of companionship that is.

I am telling you this because UK visa officers attached to Colombo have a form of perversion that prevents them from considering “other” possibilities. Someone might go to Ice House simply to get away from drunken hefty builder type in white vans, for an example. Alas, a perverted mind sees no alternative possibility bar the one that his perversion forces upon him. Having to deal with UK ECO’s as a part of my life, I get to appreciate the hurdles encountered by people who have a confused perception of reality. Schizophrenia in short.

It is important that you know how wound up these people are if you are seeking to apply for UK or Canada visa from Colombo – or from many other third world countries for that matter. A recent juicy bit from a UK ECO refusal letter reads as follows “and I note that you have not submitted any evidence of your personal and financial circumstances. The documents provided with your application are all in the name of Mr. XYZ, yet you have provided no evidence as to your relationship or why he would offer to fund this trip for you”. Sounds fine, except for the fact that the schizop@ UKHC.colombo had ignored there is £ 7,000+ of cash in her (applicant’s) bank account since about two years ago, and the guy involved in the case is her f$%@ing husband.

Actually there is a piece of evidence that the ECO at UKHC Colombo subtly demands from ladies. But it is a bit technically difficult to provide within the limits of decency, then again in these enlightened days, nothing is beyond being considered possible. How much of wife problems these people have I do not know, neither do I intend to venture to seek out – who knows, it could be a female pervert hiding behind those acronyms!

Switching back to the original discussion, in that town which was named after the engineer, the one which had two night clubs, there is this little weakness amongst the town people, or so the saying goes – at least among the people outside of that town. It says that everyone in the town with two night clubs look a bit the same. Now I am not making this up or anything, but come to think of it, they indeed do look a bit alike. One is left to wonder why. Here having a dozy first day @ 42^nd Street, enjoying the idle flow of life and wondering what it could be like at the other place (the one with little schoolgirls that is), I look at their faces and they are increasingly becoming similar to one another, facewise that is. Will an ECO consider this be a good enough reason to go about a place – to see a place where everyone looks alike? One day I’d like to write that on a visa application, under the reasons for your travel category, and wait to see the reaction. Wound up like rubber-bands, who knows if that would fit in with their altered reality.

Do you know why? Because no amount of evidence that the man funding the trip is a woman’s fu@%ing husband will cut no ice with them, and considering where these perverts are actually coming from (country of origin that is) I wonder what fate would await them little girls at the Ice House.