Saturday in London's Hell

It's 5 pm, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the neighbours are smiling, the water from the faucet is cool... and I'm home. I tried going downtown, I really tried. I spent the morning fighting the hordes on Oxford Street for a piece of shade, I even went a bit out of myself and bought Marilyn Manson's mOBSCENE --- it's a great single --- but it wasn't enough. The heat got to me and by 2pm (after meeting Kevin for lunch) i hopped in a bus and came home.

I filled the bathtub with lukewarm water, almost cool, and got in. Ah... heaven. Silke baked a banana cake and made our little apartment into an inferno. That's fine, the cake is excellent.

But the saddest thing is that I know I won't leave the house again... except for maybe a few cans of Stella Artois. But that's it for me. My day is over and now I have only hours of empty entertainment ahead of me.

Weird pick up

I witnessed a strange "pick up" downtown, near the big Virgin megastore. I was coming out of that place when this beautiful guy walked past me. He was almost too pretty, with made up eyebrows, slightly dyed blonde hair, muscular body. He was just walking by himself, looking at reflections of himself in the stores windows.

I was going the same direction as him so I followed. There were so many people around, and nobody was really paying attention to anyone. But for some reason I just followed this guy with my eyes.

I noticed there was this black teenager following him closely. Suddenly, the black guy hit blonde boy on the ass with his hand, or kind of slid his hand across his ass. I thought maybe they were friends but the blonde guy was really surprised. The black guy asked him something (probably do you want to shag me behind the bushes in the nearest park?) but the blonde guy just shook his head, kind of confused.

They walked side by side for a bit until the blonde guy went into Sainsbury's. Black boy continued walking, turned around and walked back from where we were coming from. He had a little smile on his face.

God bless Mother Nature...

The radio just played "It's Raining Men". It made me want to go out tonight, dancing... wear my pink shirt I bought in Canada and stand on a podium, half drunk, winking randomly.

If you are going out dancing tonight, i wish you the best of night.