Saturday, May 26, 2007
Strange things
London is full of things. Words, places, people. Weird stuff.
What is 'fly tipping'? All I know is it's forbidden across the street from my house.
In town tonight I kept on seeing people in sets of three. A guy and a girl, together (holding hands) with another guy tagging along. Like three-for-two deals they have in supermarkets. Once there was a tall girl with her taller boyfriend. She held the umbrella. Her boyfriend was eye-level with the umbrella, catching the drizzle. The tag-along guy was short, fit comfortably right under the shelter.
Walking around Soho, I was handed:
a prayer card for pentacost
a little silver icon of Mary
and a flyer inviting me to try out for Gay Porn Idol
When it's grey and gently raining, at least it feels fresh. On warm days I slide under the ground and come out feeling like I just worked eight hours at McDonalds. Tonight I saw a movie called Sunshine, then walked around in the drizzle watching my breath fog in the red and pink lights of West End theatres and strip clubs. A woman yelled out to me, calling me Honey. I walked past a church. I stopped in a square with a fountain and a stone Roman guy with a pot belly.
I even had the best falafel in London, served by a guy from Lovely Slovakia.
I saw people I'd like to meet, but didn't. I looked in the windows of restaurants I'd like to eat in. I started to know my way around back streets, and gave all my change to a guy sitting on wet cardboard. It was wicked. Got any change? I gave him change. Got a fifty pound note? *cue laughter*
There is a food bar near where I live called the Juicy Pattie Shack.
And somewhere in all that there is an important lesson. Learn it well.
What is 'fly tipping'? All I know is it's forbidden across the street from my house.
In town tonight I kept on seeing people in sets of three. A guy and a girl, together (holding hands) with another guy tagging along. Like three-for-two deals they have in supermarkets. Once there was a tall girl with her taller boyfriend. She held the umbrella. Her boyfriend was eye-level with the umbrella, catching the drizzle. The tag-along guy was short, fit comfortably right under the shelter.
Walking around Soho, I was handed:
a prayer card for pentacost
a little silver icon of Mary
and a flyer inviting me to try out for Gay Porn Idol
When it's grey and gently raining, at least it feels fresh. On warm days I slide under the ground and come out feeling like I just worked eight hours at McDonalds. Tonight I saw a movie called Sunshine, then walked around in the drizzle watching my breath fog in the red and pink lights of West End theatres and strip clubs. A woman yelled out to me, calling me Honey. I walked past a church. I stopped in a square with a fountain and a stone Roman guy with a pot belly.
I even had the best falafel in London, served by a guy from Lovely Slovakia.
I saw people I'd like to meet, but didn't. I looked in the windows of restaurants I'd like to eat in. I started to know my way around back streets, and gave all my change to a guy sitting on wet cardboard. It was wicked. Got any change? I gave him change. Got a fifty pound note? *cue laughter*
There is a food bar near where I live called the Juicy Pattie Shack.
And somewhere in all that there is an important lesson. Learn it well.
# posted by Doug @ 22:25 
