on a Monday morning
Bank holidays are always a let down. The sun doesn’t shine. Friends have escaped from Dodge City. I am left alone, rocking.
This Monday was a bit different.
On Sunday I realised that a twitter gathering had been planned for Monday. I immediately said that there was no way I could go. Then I checked the train times. And then I rationalized spending £50 on a train ticket.
So on a Bank Holiday Monday I woke up at a REALLY ungodly hour of 6.30 (it exists, who knew!). I staggered down to the station, ate a stale croissant and after a few hours arrived at Paddington. I was determined not to head straight for my mecca (Top Shop or Liberty’s, I’m fickle) and instead headed straight for Covent Garden and a pie shop.And then the lovely @anwen sent a text saying she was in t’pub, so off I skuttled. Only walking the wrong way up Floral Street once, which was OK as I really wanted to know what the donkey box (not even a horse box, a special donkey box) was doing outside the Royal Ballet. I didn’t find out. But I did find the pub, which was serving Stowfords (coals to Newcastle) and had a mouse running around (gah, London & your fancy ways). Then @Biltawulf turned up & conversation turned to cannibals. Luckily @iamjamesward and @wowser turned up, followed by @themanwhofell who complained about the smell (the blessings of a cold, couldn’t smell anything). Then @OyeBilly, @mondoagogo, @lbrsarah (beautiful, lovely skin), @mapsidaisical and @AuntSelly completed the gathering. I was given the post-its that James Ward had stolen from @mandrewb at #stationeryclub3It was lovely of James Ward to embark on a life of crime for me. Then another crime was committed when @wowser pub mustard on his chips (the horror, the horror). We then moved onto a less smelly pub, where we all sat around writing postcards to Adam Ant (because what an eighties pop start in a mental health ward really needs is postcards from mad people in a pub).Soon it was time for me to leave. It was lovely to have normal conversations with people (about Lud, work, life) and then have a conversation about Steve Strange, chairs, halal sandwiches (think they are promised at the next #stationeryclub) and pickled eggs in pints of guiness, amongst other random topics. It was also reassuring to discover I wasn’t the only person still living at home with parents (or as I could call the, my house mates). I left before the mild orgy started, and missed meeting the other #stationeryclub members who turned up for that. It really was worth 6 hours on a train for, especially as I have to be sensible & realise I may not be able to attend every proper #stationeryclub in the future (and who knows how long it will last, now the News of the World know about it), as I am rapidly running out of holiday time & coming up to a busy time at work (hello Christmas). So I have to grab any opportunity that comes my way for meeting the wonderful selection of people that are now floating through my life because of twitter. And of course I missed all my friends who couldn’t make it, but I did get a very l o n g hug from @Biltawulf, which was nice, even though he has no idea about music or shopping!
On the train I knew when I was nearly home as the train announcements were in Welsh. And the view from the train was all green hills & dandelion covered fields. I love being in London, but I also love home.
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