27) Angel
A bit weird (i
before e?)
And
she was STILL an hour late when she
FINALLY arrived
(That’s
starting a story in media res, folks
Just
like Homer
No,
not Simpson
Doh!)
LondonAngel
doesn’t seem to know London too well
Not
surprising as she Actually lives in Nottingham
London
wannabee
So
after going the WRONG way down Shaftesbury
And
managing to get a cabby LOST
On
Old Compton St
She
breezed in
And
it was cool
Because
she was beautiful
Tall,
long hair, and even longer legs
Just
like her photo
That
is her above (I’ve asked permission)
And
she relaxed completely when she saw me
At
the best table at Café Boheme
And
THEN she understood why I had INSISTED on holding the table
To
get the best view of the street theatre
The
best theatre
Bar
Soho Theatre
From
which I’m barred, probably
Ask
the Assistant Associate Director
He
won’t speak to me
It
happens
Go
figure
And
I had white wine waiting
But
it was too warm now
So
she called the wine waiter
And
whined
And
got another
And
she had a chicken sandwich
And
I had whitebait
So,
lunch wasn’t expensive
It
was cool
And
she was GORGEOUS
An Angel indeed!
So,
while I went to get the fare money
Which
was only fair
And
ALL she asked for
(Paula,
and others, please note)
She
started to read my stories
And
Could
Not
Stop
She
Devoured them
And
all the COOL guys in their COOL clothes and v.v. COOL cars (I have a bike)
wondered
“Who
Was
This
Guy?
With
the cool, beautiful, girl
Half
his fxxking age!”
And
WTF was she reading that so absorbed her that she TOTALLY IGNORED THEM!
And
I thought that was pretty cool
And
so did she
And
so did they, to their credit
“Fair
play mate” their looks said
“Older
guys rule”
They
were Italian, of course, so used to it
Unlike
les Anglais
Anyway,
Angel wanted to be a stylist
So
I said she could be a stylist/costume designer for the peterhero films if
Natasha liked her (whatever happened to Natasha – IDK)
And
she said films neede costumiers
And
I said Mandy and Kate and Julia didn’t
They
needed street fashion
Topshop
Zara
Warehouse
But
she wouldn’t listen
English
girls tend not to
Their
loss
Not
mine
And
I asked if she liked Soho
And
she said
And
I quote
With
UTTER DISBELIEF
“I prefer Selfridges”
U
(Sound
of jaw hitting table)
Which
I found a little….
ODD!
Preferring
fridges to people
And
shops to people
And
BUYING to TALKING
But,
hey, that’s English girls for you…
Their
loss, not mine
So,
anyway, I said I had a plan
Improvised,
not pre-planned
(You
can’t pre-plan Soho
Especially
with girls who are ALWAYS late)
So
we left
And
STRODE through Chinatown
As
if we owned it
Which
we did, at that precise moment in time
And
everything was cool
And
she was “So
Excited!”
So,
anyway. We get to the theatre
And
I go in to collect the tickets for “Chicago”
Which
I had, thoughtfully, booked earlier
Being
prepared is, after all, one of my mottos
And
she said she was just going to stay outside and have a quick fag
And
I said “cool”
And
I came out with the tickets
And
she’d gone….
Which
was a LITTLE bit surprising
And
not a LITTLE
bit
disappointing
But,
hey..
I
don’t seem to have had too much luck with theatre tickets lately
Or,
in fact, ANY
So,
I didn’t go in, of course
It
wouldn’t have worked
And
I was a little
annoyed
So
I went home, alone
As
usual
And
got back to find REGGAE NIGHT
At the Vestry
Which was cool
And the next day I got a text
“I am fine! So sorry. Just felt a bit weird. Xx”
Which was a bit weird if you ask me
And a bit of a shame
For both of us, actually
But
That’s English girls for you
WEIRED
© peterhero 2012
