London
Filed under Uncategorized • 26-11-2006 •
Saturday night in London. I’m on a train from Island Gardens to West India Quay. I’m with my brother. I’ve been helping him move house and now we’re on our way to a tapas bar to get something to eat. The lights of Canary Wharf shine through the rain. In the carriage there’s this young Chinese guy wearing a German army shirt. He’s scratching at a fresh tatoo on his forearm. Lightning flickers over the Thames.
Sunday afternoon, we’re walking with friends on Peckham Rye, kicking through piles of orange leaves. Jet planes whine overhead on approach to the airport. A green parakeet flits across the path.
Later, I’m driving home with my friend Mark. I can’t wait to get home, to see my girls. We’re passing through Chelsea as the sun sets, heading for the M4. On our left, the river’s choppy, like an inland sea and the traffic’s backed up from Hammersmith Flyover. It takes us four hours to get home.
Tags: London • Personal
