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dotinthesky) wrote2007-04-28 07:22 pm
dotinthesky) wrote2007-04-28 07:22 pm
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Coffee and Girls Near Fascination Street
One day, I'll walk into Fopp (or any other music store for that matter) and find a copy of The Smashing Pumpkins "Siamese Dream" for a decent price (say £5 or so). Today, I had to contend myself with The Cure's "Disintegration" and The Velvet Underground & Nico's debut album. When in doubt, go with a classic missing from your record collection.
Covent Garden on a sunny Saturday: tattooed couples; Abercrumbs and Filch shopping bags; hour-long line-up for H&M's dressing room; testy sales assistants; gay men cruising coffee walkers on The Steps; and spotting Hester and Krys as they go by our pit stop.
The girls stop for a chat while we finish our cappuccinos. After a quick catch up, we say our goodbyes and head home, leaving the girls to finish off their shopping.
As soon as I get in, I put on The Cure's album. The sink is filled with dishes. "Disintegration" becomes perfect music for soapy hands and a bright London eleven storeys below. There's the solitary pigeon flying towards the council homes in Bethnal Green; and Canary Wharf, opaque like a deserted emerald city. We wait for Sissy Jen to arrive -- bringing a copy of Harold and Maude for tonight -- so I can start frying the steaks, cooking the beans and boiling the rice. The bottle of wine is chilled and ready to be open.
This April feels like mid-summer.
Covent Garden on a sunny Saturday: tattooed couples; Abercrumbs and Filch shopping bags; hour-long line-up for H&M's dressing room; testy sales assistants; gay men cruising coffee walkers on The Steps; and spotting Hester and Krys as they go by our pit stop.
The girls stop for a chat while we finish our cappuccinos. After a quick catch up, we say our goodbyes and head home, leaving the girls to finish off their shopping.
As soon as I get in, I put on The Cure's album. The sink is filled with dishes. "Disintegration" becomes perfect music for soapy hands and a bright London eleven storeys below. There's the solitary pigeon flying towards the council homes in Bethnal Green; and Canary Wharf, opaque like a deserted emerald city. We wait for Sissy Jen to arrive -- bringing a copy of Harold and Maude for tonight -- so I can start frying the steaks, cooking the beans and boiling the rice. The bottle of wine is chilled and ready to be open.
This April feels like mid-summer.
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