Burgling
Lorraine and I off to visit Dawn this morning in Lorraine's old street. Dawn is about to embark on a PhD about the meaning of life in postwar Britain, and to help finance this she is making space for a lodger, and so was giving Lorraine a table.
As we managed the table's thick glass top down the stairs into a camper van Dawn had borrowed, and the door slammed locking us all out. Cue several essays at burglary, and involving various neighbours including JD, the French rock journalist who I have met several times, who tore himself away from being filmed in his house by a documentary TV crew, to spend half an hour attempting in a borderline obsessive way to force the lock with credit cards. Eventually Lorraine borrowed a long ladder from the people who had bought her old house, and the sparrowy Dawn shinned up this and disappeared into a firstfloor window.
Once safely back at Lorraine's house with the table, Lorraine forced me to help her assemble a flatpack kitchen island from Habitat. It was made in Croatia, and had a picture of two Croatian men and a clock suggesting it take between one to two hours for them to assemble it. After two and a half hours, and halfway through, we went to the pub as the urge to plunge allen keys into my eyesockets had grown insistent.
Met John and Matt in The Basketmakers Arms. Matt shooting of to conduct a choir in the park for an hour. Lorraine and John then involved in a deep conversation, so I found myself chatting to the bloke having a beer on the next table. It emerged after about an hour that he was Kirk Brandon, lead singer in Spear of Destiny, talking about London, and relationships and stuff. I rather liked him. Lorraine and I then had a curry before sloping home.
Lorraine and I off to visit Dawn this morning in Lorraine's old street. Dawn is about to embark on a PhD about the meaning of life in postwar Britain, and to help finance this she is making space for a lodger, and so was giving Lorraine a table.
As we managed the table's thick glass top down the stairs into a camper van Dawn had borrowed, and the door slammed locking us all out. Cue several essays at burglary, and involving various neighbours including JD, the French rock journalist who I have met several times, who tore himself away from being filmed in his house by a documentary TV crew, to spend half an hour attempting in a borderline obsessive way to force the lock with credit cards. Eventually Lorraine borrowed a long ladder from the people who had bought her old house, and the sparrowy Dawn shinned up this and disappeared into a firstfloor window.
Once safely back at Lorraine's house with the table, Lorraine forced me to help her assemble a flatpack kitchen island from Habitat. It was made in Croatia, and had a picture of two Croatian men and a clock suggesting it take between one to two hours for them to assemble it. After two and a half hours, and halfway through, we went to the pub as the urge to plunge allen keys into my eyesockets had grown insistent.
Met John and Matt in The Basketmakers Arms. Matt shooting of to conduct a choir in the park for an hour. Lorraine and John then involved in a deep conversation, so I found myself chatting to the bloke having a beer on the next table. It emerged after about an hour that he was Kirk Brandon, lead singer in Spear of Destiny, talking about London, and relationships and stuff. I rather liked him. Lorraine and I then had a curry before sloping home.
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