Sunday, Nov. 07, 2004 - 9:59 p.m.
Pleasant experiences
This getting-dark-early business does change things for me. Well obv I am sure it does for us all, doesn't it, yes, but I am not going to speak for anyone else. Today I got up early (8.15!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and was at Sp!talfields for BEFORE TEN AM. I mean, christ, how ridiculous. But I had a breakfast date and it was way worth it because we stayed for ages and ate so, so well.A bacon sandwich on thick, buttery charred bread, with bacon that doesn't even offend me (quite an achievement), eggy bread and half a lemon curd donut and half a custard donut with black vanilla dots in the thick sauce. Good god.
Today was the perfect temperature for kicking through east London in a post-prandial fashion.
Due to the tube being fixed, I had to get a bus back from the Green of Bethnal back home, and travelling through the warehousing wasteland I saw a corrupted sign for a carwash transformed to 'scare washy'. Snigger.
Also this weekend I have had such pleasant cafe experiences. What a nonsey sentence. I want to also convey that I got a real buzz of joy from these 'pleasant experiences'. The first, a side-street theatre cafe with leather chairs, rubbishy tables and K!ngs of Convenience and N!na Simone playing: what's not to like? (Don't answer). I had my fourth ever coffe there.
Today I had a fresh mint tea in an organic cafe with rubbishly-painted wooden walls like in a Norwegian fjord hut, and the CocoR0sie album was being played. I didn't stay long enough to hear Lyla but the woman who worked there had that name.
Am I alone in thinking the new U2 single is terrible? I just don't think I need it in my life in any way.