Saturday, July 21, 2007
Under The Bridge
A friend said to me that you can live life one of two ways: An exciting ride with ups and downs and a possible sharp painful ending, or a kinda boring but comfortable journey. I'll take a Saver Single to the former please.
And so it was last night that I found myself in what felt like Pan's Labyrith, but was in fact a lounge performance art bar type place called Shunt under London Bridge station. Sitting with friends in half lit catacombs, barefoot on the carpet, drinking ourselves into a bombay sapphire coma whilst watching someone attempt to do a pole vault, underground, with a worrying lack of headroom, to the strains of Van Halen's 'Jump'. It wasn't quite how I expected my Friday evening to turn out, but that's what made it so gloriously magical. Then the DJ played LCD Soundsystem, ELO and Martha and the Muffins. And the spell was complete.
Then a most genteel nightbus journey home, with at least two people reading Harry Potter around me. Surely the perfect venue for a bit of quiet personal reflection as the slightly blurred lights of central London whizzed by. Once again feeling comfortable in my own skin, I indulged myself in the best bits of the "Rock" folder on my mp3 player. Who can argue with a bit of Crowded House, Lou Reed and David Bowie at 3am as the city lies silent outside? Not I, my friends, not I...
And now over to Steve for the punchline:
I was at the olympics the other day, and saw this guy with a huge stick. I said, 'Are you a pole vaulter?'
He replied, 'Nein, I am German, but how did you know my name was Walter?'
Thank you, Steve.
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