Well here in London things have certainly been hotting up over the past few hours- banks being stormed and frankly some of the strongest crowds of protesters I've ever seen! I barely remember the riots of the 80's that broke out over the pole tax, so this is extraordinary for me to witness.
I used to work opposite the Bank of England and to see such a usually placid area totally overwhelmed is astounding.
I truly hope that this summit is worth all the heartache that our protesters are going through- although it does make me wonder if there are not similar protests happening around the world as Gordon hosts the world leaders- surely some terrorist activity is not far behind such an occasion? the opportunity to destroy the Chinese leader Hu, Sarkozy and Obama- not to mention Brown who has a dismal following here? The mind boggles frankly- am almost dissappointed in the minimal amount of activity here- or perhaps when the protestors get to Trafalgar something epic will happen?.... We are watching this space...
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
it all started
It all started nearly 2 years ago...
Attempting not to look idle whilst I sat behind the till at the shop in Knightsbridge, I fliched through the FT magazine, I remeber it was around the begining of April- a fairly sunny day in the monotony of shining rich men's shoes for a meagre salary. I happened upon an a small article, something to do with new media and how it was growing as a modern market or some such, anyway the important bit was the fact that it had a picture (almost the same size as the text of) this handsome young man with a slightly cheeky but ever so endearing and alluring smile. The silly thing is that I remeber thinking, (all too clearly) "God how would I ever meet a man like that?" Well you could have blown me down with a feather when he actually came into the store a matter of weeks later (cursed myself profusely for having chucked said article away- damn!).
Anyway he had a couple of pairs of old shoes that didn't fit him, and wanted to see if there was anything that could be done- well being the consumate professional I gave him the gold service, meanwhile he spent half the time aparently on the phone to Robbie Williams- alarm bells should have been going, but I was still on the FT.
After taking his details and walked him to the door as is custom in such an establishment, I asked if indeed it was him- the man in the FT. He smiled and looked a little puzzeled and then answered yes.
Well that was that for an absolute age- it took him until September to collect, as he had had an accident... nasty, besides it wasn't until I left a terribly unprofessional message on his voice mail saying that if nothing else he should come in and see me since I was so terribly bored, this by the way was early September.
So he came in to see me on the 13th September to collect his shoes, and there was a change, a flirtation, but even though he had stopped by he didn't have time to pick them up? So he came by the next day to get them, the 14th.
After this we had exchanged mobile numbers and called each other to flirt,so he suggested that he was going out on the Saturday night and would I like to join him and his friends. My response was that I wasn't free then, as I had a second job checking coats in a nightclub in SoHo- but I could do Friday...
So friday the 15th was our first date- although neither of us quite realised it before the time came.
During our flirtation it was decided that I would choose a selection of 3 bars, the first would be Duke's Hotel for their maritinis (my clue was Bond), the second was impromtu as he pulled me into a neighbouring bar on St James', the last being a tacky tourist place but just for fun the last would be his choice- which turned out to be his friends club in Knightsbridge... He arrived promptly to pick me up at mine in a taxi... the rest lead to a rather unusual realtionship by anyones standards...
x
Attempting not to look idle whilst I sat behind the till at the shop in Knightsbridge, I fliched through the FT magazine, I remeber it was around the begining of April- a fairly sunny day in the monotony of shining rich men's shoes for a meagre salary. I happened upon an a small article, something to do with new media and how it was growing as a modern market or some such, anyway the important bit was the fact that it had a picture (almost the same size as the text of) this handsome young man with a slightly cheeky but ever so endearing and alluring smile. The silly thing is that I remeber thinking, (all too clearly) "God how would I ever meet a man like that?" Well you could have blown me down with a feather when he actually came into the store a matter of weeks later (cursed myself profusely for having chucked said article away- damn!).
Anyway he had a couple of pairs of old shoes that didn't fit him, and wanted to see if there was anything that could be done- well being the consumate professional I gave him the gold service, meanwhile he spent half the time aparently on the phone to Robbie Williams- alarm bells should have been going, but I was still on the FT.
After taking his details and walked him to the door as is custom in such an establishment, I asked if indeed it was him- the man in the FT. He smiled and looked a little puzzeled and then answered yes.
Well that was that for an absolute age- it took him until September to collect, as he had had an accident... nasty, besides it wasn't until I left a terribly unprofessional message on his voice mail saying that if nothing else he should come in and see me since I was so terribly bored, this by the way was early September.
So he came in to see me on the 13th September to collect his shoes, and there was a change, a flirtation, but even though he had stopped by he didn't have time to pick them up? So he came by the next day to get them, the 14th.
After this we had exchanged mobile numbers and called each other to flirt,so he suggested that he was going out on the Saturday night and would I like to join him and his friends. My response was that I wasn't free then, as I had a second job checking coats in a nightclub in SoHo- but I could do Friday...
So friday the 15th was our first date- although neither of us quite realised it before the time came.
During our flirtation it was decided that I would choose a selection of 3 bars, the first would be Duke's Hotel for their maritinis (my clue was Bond), the second was impromtu as he pulled me into a neighbouring bar on St James', the last being a tacky tourist place but just for fun the last would be his choice- which turned out to be his friends club in Knightsbridge... He arrived promptly to pick me up at mine in a taxi... the rest lead to a rather unusual realtionship by anyones standards...
x
Friday, October 26, 2007
There are many great words spoken, but few ever heard.
bollocks- I was going to start righting that I am at a point in my life where you have fully reailsed the blah blah of every day life relationships et al...Bollocks!
Frankly i feel no better off emotionally and mentally than when I was single- so it is utter shite that its great being single and it's great being in a couple- Bollocks to all of that! There are benefits to both, personally and professionally. Being single offers you the option to literally do whatever you want to do, however being in a relationaship means compromise? or is that more like bend over backwards for your partner?
hmmm not sure i like where i'm heading with this- so really it only leaves you with one option, take care of you, even if you are run ragged by your friends and family, focus on you and stick to your guns-totally wish i could do it but for some insane reasonyou still like the sap that you are end up doing everything for everyone and get little out of it...
bollocks- I was going to start righting that I am at a point in my life where you have fully reailsed the blah blah of every day life relationships et al...Bollocks!
Frankly i feel no better off emotionally and mentally than when I was single- so it is utter shite that its great being single and it's great being in a couple- Bollocks to all of that! There are benefits to both, personally and professionally. Being single offers you the option to literally do whatever you want to do, however being in a relationaship means compromise? or is that more like bend over backwards for your partner?
hmmm not sure i like where i'm heading with this- so really it only leaves you with one option, take care of you, even if you are run ragged by your friends and family, focus on you and stick to your guns-totally wish i could do it but for some insane reasonyou still like the sap that you are end up doing everything for everyone and get little out of it...
Thursday, October 25, 2007
luxury?
Define luxury?
Look right for mine right now, its like a recurring dream/ nightmare so unattainable yet so close?
perhaps by this time next year I might get there or somewhere like it.
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