Wednesday 13 July 2005

London

I'm loving my city this balmy evening, bare legs not cold, night black with illuminations - blue Lloyds Building, green & blue on Nat West Tower, orangy gold reflected in the Thames. My mood enhanced with alcoholic lubrication and a mammouth bitching session with colleagues. Men in hats, particularly hats which are not caps but have brims and are worn pushed back on the head, or as part of a hawain shirt baggy jeans big chain and converse hi-top ensemble. And drunk love is in the air. Girls hanging off guys, snogging, glowing faces. Outside All Bar One in Finsbury Square an office girl sits astride a man slumped in a chair, her skirt ridden up in an undignified manner. Oh the hangover tomorrow. The man in front of me eats his dinner on the bus - tuna sandwich and crisps. Somehow the crips smell worse than the tuna.

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