Saturday, 5 September 2009

Early Saturday Morning W1

The sun filters through a pale watery blue sky and reflects off the shiny brass windowsills of the pub opposite. The cleaner who makes them shine has just turned up and is shouldering the door to get in. Staff from the Charlotte Street hotel are having a fag out the back. The paper boy for the newsagents on the corner is wandering around looking lost waiting for the owner to turn up. Erbie is eating a woolly peach. A couple obviously still out from last night walk hand in hand up the road, she has mussed up long blonde hair and bare legs in heels. A manky pigeon walks across the deserted road. The music starts up in the café below ‘Street Life’ ha, how appropriate.

Other nonsense

Quote of the day

‘They tuck you up your mum and dad...’
Anon - after Larkin

“Philately will get you everywhere”
WEM

“It’s not the despair, I can handle the despair. 
It’s the hope I can’t deal with”
Clockwise

“Each new friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
Anais Nin

‘Come on Dover move your bloomin’ arse’.
Eliza Doolittle