Something about its ethereal nature made me assume (idiotically, as it happens) that it would be too difficult.
This isn't always so. (How can any critic be an expert about a world premiere?) This DanceAfrica performance often made me assume I was the most ignorant person in the audience, but that itself was a pleasure.
This makes me assume that parking at said venue is more limited than I will later discover.
Along with the aforementioned mountains of overwhelmingly judgmental press, this made me assume he was the byproduct of a celebrity-obsessed culture your industry-standard, insane famewhore.
There is also a shisha café with a Clip Art logo so shit that it makes me assume their rent must be free.
There is also a hookah bar with a clip art logo so shitty that it makes me assume their rent must be free.
This makes me assume that many marijuana enthusiasts never heard of the NBA or baseball (especially a guy named Bill Lee who was high for 75percentt of his major league career).
Which makes me assume that they don't own or even know of any books about serial killers, but just think it's cool that those kinds of books exist, which is still more consideration for books than your average bro gives, so that's cool with me.
He chants about how the religion's founder, Olumba Olumba Olu, is the Holy Spirit personified, making me assume that the Brotherhood of the Cross and the Star is a kind of distorted version of Christianity with a bit of reincarnation thrown in for bonus fantasy points (which, after a Google, I learn was a very precise assumption to make).
What made it weirder was the fact that nearly everything I have ever read about Lutfur made me assume that people would be lining up to pelt him as he was kicked out of office in shame, rather than clamouring to catch a glimpse of a victor.
