my life is truly amazing.
i am now sitting in the gallery on my last day, I came down geared up to get a lot of good thinking done (after I read the Saturday paper – which up to this point was just inspiring anger and needing to look up books on Wikipedia)…and then I sat in some coffee.
So, now 1) I've clearly entered uber clumbsy week and 2) I'm sitting in the gallery wearing a makeshift skirt, formed from a rather minging old white t-shirst which goes just far enough down below my overcoat to make me not look completely ne'ked.
ooo victim no 1 to this sightly scene.
Enter – one of those people that wears glasses that go shaded outside and clear indoors…ooo fancy:
"Is that it?"
"Ha."
Exit – one of those people that wears glasses that go shaded outside and clear indoors…ooo fancy.
I have no symphathy or pity for these people, I've even decided that I could live in their town (though I admit it has more to do with the proximity to the greatest audience of all time —- the sea……..
I was running yesterday evening on that very seafront and grinning like a bloody fool. The smell of freshly cut grass was fronting a light breeze that was bringing in the evening and following mornings' showers. It was absolutely delightful. It hadn't fully occurred to me, in the majority of my life, I've lived a rather landlocked state, and even in the County of Kent, only 10 miles from the sea, I don't often think about it. But that evening, perhaps it was the state of the tide, or the steps build for the sailing club, or the clear inadequacy of a crow's build for seaflying and the obvious triumph by those wacky gulls at the same task…I don't know. Suddenly, I was running along the edge of the Royal Albert Hall of the sea, modest in it's acoustics but extraordinary in the views.
The evening couldn't have given me any more pleasure just as sitting trouserless in my gallery is now making a mere final day, a little more fantastic and it isn't even noon. Oh goody.
