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Feb. 18th, 2006
Canal Walks & Gay Thoughts
Feb. 18th, 2006 04:48 pmIt was my housemate Natalia's 30th birthday yesterday. Pints of lager in a smokey pub; conversations about the "glorification" of terrorism, evil landlords and parents who use their children to hurt each other; walks through Chinatown and a late dinner of egg fried rice, sweet & sour pork, cashew chicken, beef with oyster sauce and a bottle of saki.
The landlord sent his minions to fix the evil bathtub this morning. The old, broken taps were pulled out like rotten teeth, and a whole new smile created. The bathtub looks a lot happier and inviting. Then, after limp toasts with butter and tea without milk, Kevin and I walked down the canal until we reached Sainsbury's. We bought *stuff*, took a bus to Hyde Park, laughed at kids inside a limo who were swearing at everyone (and getting photographed by bemused Notting Hill tourists), ate a quick & chilly lunch on a park bench, hurried to Paddington library, rented a movie (The Edukators), split up so I could borrow Kazuo Ishiguro's novel Never Let Me Go from the Maida Vale library and... now I'm sitting here, with another mug of tea, listening to songs by The Organ that Kevin downloaded from the net.
While we were walking by the canal, a young gay couple walked past us. I don't have any proof they were a couple, but I'd like to believe so. They could have been descendents of Italians or Spaniards; they were about the same height, with short black hair, medium build and pale skin; one of them wore a leather coat and carried a bag, the other seemed younger and wore casual jeans and a sweater. We were about 100 feet from them, but it was enough distance for me to make up all kinds of stories about how they met, how long they had been together, what kind of lives they led. If I saw more gay romance on the streets, I'd be a lot happier.
The landlord sent his minions to fix the evil bathtub this morning. The old, broken taps were pulled out like rotten teeth, and a whole new smile created. The bathtub looks a lot happier and inviting. Then, after limp toasts with butter and tea without milk, Kevin and I walked down the canal until we reached Sainsbury's. We bought *stuff*, took a bus to Hyde Park, laughed at kids inside a limo who were swearing at everyone (and getting photographed by bemused Notting Hill tourists), ate a quick & chilly lunch on a park bench, hurried to Paddington library, rented a movie (The Edukators), split up so I could borrow Kazuo Ishiguro's novel Never Let Me Go from the Maida Vale library and... now I'm sitting here, with another mug of tea, listening to songs by The Organ that Kevin downloaded from the net.
While we were walking by the canal, a young gay couple walked past us. I don't have any proof they were a couple, but I'd like to believe so. They could have been descendents of Italians or Spaniards; they were about the same height, with short black hair, medium build and pale skin; one of them wore a leather coat and carried a bag, the other seemed younger and wore casual jeans and a sweater. We were about 100 feet from them, but it was enough distance for me to make up all kinds of stories about how they met, how long they had been together, what kind of lives they led. If I saw more gay romance on the streets, I'd be a lot happier.