Something That Happened in London
I was in London for a weekend, planning to meet up with a friend by some station named after a bridge or possibly a gate. It was in a hilly and trendy part of town, on the West side of that ring the tube follows - the one that goes through Piccadilly Station. Really, I didn't know where the hell I was, but I had a change of clothes in my pack along with a few books, so I figured everything would turn out ok, even if the friend didn't turn up.
She did turn up eventually, just a half hour later than I expected.
But I had been looking at museums and tall streets all day, so I got to the station early, hoping that she would turn up early too.
The light was fading quickly, so I sat down legs crossed over each other on the pavement against the window of a pet store which had already closed. The street lights were lit, and I could make out most of what my book said, though I was paying more attention to the homeless men leaning against the wall of the shop to my right. They were drinking one of those sweet liquors, and I could smell it even on the windy night.
Within a few pages, the larger of the two men walked over to my spot carrying his Strongbow. He politely and loomingly explained that his guys were collecting change here, and that I wasn't welcome.
I explained my own reason for sitting on the street, and my friend joined me a half hour later, still occasionally watching the beggars under their street light.
PS: Strongbow is a type of beer. It is often sold in 2 litre plastic bottles.
She did turn up eventually, just a half hour later than I expected.
But I had been looking at museums and tall streets all day, so I got to the station early, hoping that she would turn up early too.
The light was fading quickly, so I sat down legs crossed over each other on the pavement against the window of a pet store which had already closed. The street lights were lit, and I could make out most of what my book said, though I was paying more attention to the homeless men leaning against the wall of the shop to my right. They were drinking one of those sweet liquors, and I could smell it even on the windy night.
Within a few pages, the larger of the two men walked over to my spot carrying his Strongbow. He politely and loomingly explained that his guys were collecting change here, and that I wasn't welcome.
I explained my own reason for sitting on the street, and my friend joined me a half hour later, still occasionally watching the beggars under their street light.
PS: Strongbow is a type of beer. It is often sold in 2 litre plastic bottles.
posted by Ben Grad at 8:23 PM
1 Comments:
gsu's ok. i've only had experience with the art dept. but so far so good. the administative aspect is HORRIBLE though...
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