Friday, Mar. 25, 2005 - 7:31 p.m.
There's a club if you'd like to go, you could meet somebody who really loves you
Greenwich Park is a lovely place to be on a Good Friday of an early Easter year, in the pre-dusk with a view of London from east of Docklands, across the City and St Paul's, as far as the twinkling London Eye, Especially when the hill you're sitting on is soft and hussocky and a little bit wild-looking, contrasting with the ordered 18th century-ness of the maritime museum and other quadrangley buildings.Greenwich is such an unfeasibly nice place to be, in fact, that I don't quite know what to do about the feeling. I know that I don't even mind the packs of French school trippers or the couples on early dates, walking shyly together until they sit down and get the nerve up for a kiss. With a cup of tea, a honey flapjack, an unmatchable view and a blessing of a day, all you can do is feel a bit happy - even if that happiness is coated with 'what now?'
I wonder if when I am sharing these sorts of moment in the future, I'll miss these solitary times. I don't know - it doesn't look like it from here but I'm willing to be surprised.
To 'celebrate' Good Friday, I'll of course be listening to Coco Rosie, but also I'm doing something I've not done for years: eating chicken kiev, with mashed potato and cabbage. Mmm.