Whatever would Nelson say?

This is the third time in as many weeks that I've seen something Bollywood-stylee being filmed around London...

First Piccadilly Circus, in front of the neons, then by Baker Street station and now Trafalgar Square.

Five

(Inspired by a fellow blogger)
Five things that I did this holiday weekend that I had never done before.

(1) Went further East than I had ever been on the Central Line to Woodford.
Amazingly, I had never been beyond Liverpool Street before. Well, there had never been any reason to before. Now there is a BIG reason.

(2) Enjoyed the Japanese import version of Kill Bill on a large screen home cinema projector system.

(3) Met a former WWII POW. All he would say is "We lost a lot of good lads out there."

(4) Walked along the seafront at Clacton holding hands with the girl I love. It was a typical bank holiday with rain and wind but every time that we stepped out it seemed to stop and the sun shone for us.

(5) Walked into a unisex hairdressers. I get my hair cut locally for under a fiver but women seem to spend huge amounts of money on getting their hair done.

Another boring day

Boy! Life can be so mundane, sometimes. The other day, I was walking along the road with my other half when we spotted a monkey swinging on a lamp post down the Marylebone High Street.
Okay, so the zoo is only just down the road but it's still not something you'd expect to see every day in this area! I recognised it as a Capuchin.

It just swung there and stared at us.

Next thing we know it's throwing it's own excretions at random people in the street. They all went screaming away when they realised what was happening. We were a safe distance away and laughed our heads off.

But things got stranger. Further down the road, coming out of a pottery/china job (or whatever the proper term is) was another monkey. The rather rotund male shopkeeper was chasing it out with a broom in a way that was so comical it literally looked like something out of a cartoon.

The strange thing about this monkey was that it was wearing a waistcoat. Yes, a frigging tailored, small monkey-sized waist coat! It ran past us, past the other monkey and down the road, its tail coats flapping behind.

The shopkeeper, huffing and puffing, gave up and stopped at the base of the lamp post that its mate was hanging off. Bad idea.

Wack!

Monkey poo right on to his head! It was a large red, bald head the type that would have been far too hard for a monkey to resist poo target practice against.

"Bulls eye! 10 points!" someone in the street shouted out.

It took the shopkeeper a few long seconds to realise what had just happened. I swear, his face turned bright purple. He started swearing at the monkey, out of his reach, waving his broom around.

A woman walked past on the other side of the road with a little boy. The boy couldn't stop staring at the sight of the monkey, and who could blame him? The woman was at the same time trying to both drag him away and cover his ears from the rather imaginative expletives coming out of the shopkeeper's mouth.

She looked disapprovingly across the road at him, ignoring the monkey, as if it was an ordinary everyday sight, and tut tutted at the man.

A large, black American sedan-style car suddenly pulled up by the lamp post from which the monkey dangled. We hadn't noticed it at all even though it would have had to drive past us to get to the commotion unfolding in front of us.

Its engine was silent and it's windows tinted a dark mauve.

As if on cue, the monkey swung down off the lamp post, skipped around the irate shopkeeper and hopped into the car, the rear door of which, I just noticed, was slightly ajar.

And that was that! The car drove off. We had no idea what had just happened.

Isn't life just so mundane sometimes?!

Crazy Talk

It's been a good last few couple of weeks.

It's nice not being single anymore. I'd started to worry that I was getting too used to being a batchelor and too set in my ways to ever allow someone into my life. But now I know that I don't have to worry about that.

From the off we've been so comfortable with each other.

I say to her that I reckon that if we had got it together six years ago, perhaps it wouldn't have worked out at all. It's the things that we've both gone through in the intervening years that have strongly defined who we are now and have made us all the more compatible. We know what we look for in someone and we both find what we need in each other.

Crazy talk, I know, after such a short amount of time, but it does feel quite unlike anything that I've ever felt before. There's definitely an extra dimension to what is going on between us, as if we are far greater than the sum of our parts.

I miss her when she's not around and can't stop thinking about her. Sad, eh?

But damn it if it doesn't feel soooo good when we are together...

Sabbatical

I have to apologise, for reasons obvious to anyone who reads this blog, that it's probably unlikely that I'll be posting as frequently as I used to for a little while at least.

I still have a holiday to Namibia planned for September, so will definitely write that up but ramblings and photos of London will be on hold for the time being...

Such good circumstances don't come around so often in my life and fuck me if life for me isn't bloody good at the moment. I hope that it stays that way for a while yet.

A very long while....

Don't worry, I will be back!

Warning: Happiness Alert

Lunch on Tuesday in The Met Bar. Our food left uneaten...

I sent her six red roses yesterday. After they'd arrived she rang me up. I could almost feel her heart pounding on the other end of the line. She was breathless. The happiness was infectious. I couldn't stop grinning.

A nice Italian meal in Soho in the evening (half eaten) and then we huddled under an umbrella as rain tried but failed to dampen our spirits. We walked past Eros (aka Anteros) in Piccadilly, rain glistening off the pavements, neon lights reflecting and then made a corner of "On Anon" ours for a few hours...

Lunch together today remained uneaten once more.

One of these days we might be able to finish a meal together! That's when I know that it'll be all over....

Or maybe not...