Wednesday, July 12, 2006
EC1V to SW1
exmouth market - cultural breakthrough
the man, after a year, puts his hand on my hand and tells me he thinks i'm great. and i think he's great too.
victoria street - bijoux
the french girl speaks with such a fruity fghrench accent that everytime she opens her mouth you want to shut it with a kiss
eccleston square - accomplice
a couple break into the enclosed garden. she cries out. he laughs. you ascertain the situation and give a sigh of relief and allow a smile to flicker by, because you know what they'll get up to in there
grosvenor street - mirror
a pretty girl, in a dainty dress. fag in one hand, glass of wine in the other. effing and blinding like a sailor lost at sea. that's what that looks like then...
vauxhall bridge - moon
a moon orange like a sunset. a long time ago, in a beach far away from here, an afternoon was spent smoking joints and marvelling at the beautiful UFO that was landing on the sea. it took a lot more joints and a lot more laughter to work out the thing was the moon. the moon being fancy, changing its dress for the night.
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The best bit of my cycle to work every day (Lavender Hill - Charing Cross Road), the bit I really used to look forward to...was Vauxhall Bridge. I still miss it now. No particular snapshots, just...I dunno - the view as you went over, the London-ness of it. So romantic you could burst. And the fact that whilst the traffic was static, I was zooming through on a silver BMX undoubtedly too small for a man in his late twenties, who probably looked ridiculous but loved it nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteMost of my life, the bits that really matter to me, are similar snapshots to yours above.