I am told by an American friend that a philosopher friend likes nothing more than to hang out at the cow with his new best friend and discuss Nietzsche.
Reminds me of the time I hung out Fritz and talked about the Cow. I seem to remember telling him about the goat.
Fritz took notes.
Bizarrely a horse looked into the bar.
Sunday 30 August 2009
The man who brought his own hill
Carnival inevitably brings to mind Hein; the man who brought his own hill.
Hein; a big man, Travelled through the traffic of Notting Hill on a skateboard... He had the right; a native of Venice Beach California and a veteran of those gnarly breaks.
he sailed serenely over the horizon of Westbourne park road like nothing more than a clipper under full sail. his outrider was a German Shepherd.
Hein never had to put his foot down to push... He always brought his own hill.
A few years ago he had one of those momentous parties that are still talked about in the Cow, especially at Carnival. but, like the sixties, If you were there all you can remember is that it happened. I ran out of memory cells on the Sunday afternoon, the rest is a shadow at best.
Hein also was the man who gave me my first gold disc; it hangs on my bathroom wall, something I had always wanted... I had been round at his house with people and some beer or wine and needed to use the loo. there on the wall was a gold disk. It shone.
I told Hein that I had always wanted one of those in my bathroom.
He went to a cupboard in another room then handed me a gold disc for the first Stray Cats album. I could have wept.
A big man; Hein.
Hein; a big man, Travelled through the traffic of Notting Hill on a skateboard... He had the right; a native of Venice Beach California and a veteran of those gnarly breaks.
he sailed serenely over the horizon of Westbourne park road like nothing more than a clipper under full sail. his outrider was a German Shepherd.
Hein never had to put his foot down to push... He always brought his own hill.
A few years ago he had one of those momentous parties that are still talked about in the Cow, especially at Carnival. but, like the sixties, If you were there all you can remember is that it happened. I ran out of memory cells on the Sunday afternoon, the rest is a shadow at best.
Hein also was the man who gave me my first gold disc; it hangs on my bathroom wall, something I had always wanted... I had been round at his house with people and some beer or wine and needed to use the loo. there on the wall was a gold disk. It shone.
I told Hein that I had always wanted one of those in my bathroom.
He went to a cupboard in another room then handed me a gold disc for the first Stray Cats album. I could have wept.
A big man; Hein.
The first whistle
I awoke to a deathly silence; no busses, no people, no noise. It was the retreat of the sea prior to the tsunami. The lull before the storm.
Then inevitably there it is, rising over my aural horizon; the first whistle of Carnival.
It is followed of course by others, then hooters, then the first drum beats slip into my consciousness. It is as if Ghengis Kahn, Attilla the Hun, Vlad thhe impaler and Stalin have massed their collective hordes and are marching on my place. WHY PICK ON ME?
I have a choice... Get out there and party like its the end of the world or remain holed up above it like a first world war balloon observer at Ypres.
Friends phone me for battle reports.
I tell them that I love the smell of Napalm in the morning.
Then inevitably there it is, rising over my aural horizon; the first whistle of Carnival.
It is followed of course by others, then hooters, then the first drum beats slip into my consciousness. It is as if Ghengis Kahn, Attilla the Hun, Vlad thhe impaler and Stalin have massed their collective hordes and are marching on my place. WHY PICK ON ME?
I have a choice... Get out there and party like its the end of the world or remain holed up above it like a first world war balloon observer at Ypres.
Friends phone me for battle reports.
I tell them that I love the smell of Napalm in the morning.
Friday 28 August 2009
Carnival
Hurricane Carnival is about to hit us. The barriers are up and houses and shops barricaded. The lull before the storm is spooky and not a lull at all; walking home last night I came accross a massive steel band in All Saints Road. Fantastic!
The atmosphere is already palpable.
The only thing for me to do, once I have decided I am staying for it, is to decide which parties to attend.
Notting Hill this weekend is either the best place in the world or the worst.
Babs would love it.
The atmosphere is already palpable.
The only thing for me to do, once I have decided I am staying for it, is to decide which parties to attend.
Notting Hill this weekend is either the best place in the world or the worst.
Babs would love it.
Cycling without a stabiliser
I no longer have any stability in my cycling.
This was drummed into me yesterday as I multi-tasked my way down Westbourne Park road, the wind was strong, gusty, gutsy and fickle; of course reminding me of the nurse. I realised that the wind is no friend to the cyclist.
I mentioned this to a friend who said that there were cycling courses available. I should go on one she said.
I said that I was an autodidact and autodidacts don't do lessons.
she said I have a lot to learn.
That is the only thing I'm on this planet for. I said.
Which planet I'm on is a mystery to me.
This was drummed into me yesterday as I multi-tasked my way down Westbourne Park road, the wind was strong, gusty, gutsy and fickle; of course reminding me of the nurse. I realised that the wind is no friend to the cyclist.
I mentioned this to a friend who said that there were cycling courses available. I should go on one she said.
I said that I was an autodidact and autodidacts don't do lessons.
she said I have a lot to learn.
That is the only thing I'm on this planet for. I said.
Which planet I'm on is a mystery to me.
Sunday 23 August 2009
Frieda and Tumbleweed socks
I invited frieda for breakfast in the square and was delighted when she said yes.
we spent hours discussing feet (a subject close to my heart) at some point in order to illustrate another point she removed her boots and socks, leaving them lying on the flagstones.
A sudden breeze caught her socks and sent them skittering away like nothing more than knitted tumbleweed.
A french lawyer let down her hair at a nearby table shook her head and then dazzled the sun.
Frieda then informed me that she was in fact a multi-millionairess with houses around the world and an island in the Seychelles.
'Why say you are a pediatrist'.I ask.
'I just love feet Jannie'. She replies.
we spent hours discussing feet (a subject close to my heart) at some point in order to illustrate another point she removed her boots and socks, leaving them lying on the flagstones.
A sudden breeze caught her socks and sent them skittering away like nothing more than knitted tumbleweed.
A french lawyer let down her hair at a nearby table shook her head and then dazzled the sun.
Frieda then informed me that she was in fact a multi-millionairess with houses around the world and an island in the Seychelles.
'Why say you are a pediatrist'.I ask.
'I just love feet Jannie'. She replies.
Saturday 22 August 2009
The event and coming clean
I had better come clean.
I had rather more to do with the Event at Cafe Ravenous than I let on. I was in fact the producer and promoter of the thing, this I had done in order to give Tristan the opportunity to have his night of Glory (if you can call it that) and to create a little buzz of excitement in a stagnating Portobello.
Murray, Noel and Sam were the real stars along with Ali and Charlie from Ravenous. All of whom (and many others) ensured that Tristan had the night of his life.
It will be interesting to see where he goes with this.
I had rather more to do with the Event at Cafe Ravenous than I let on. I was in fact the producer and promoter of the thing, this I had done in order to give Tristan the opportunity to have his night of Glory (if you can call it that) and to create a little buzz of excitement in a stagnating Portobello.
Murray, Noel and Sam were the real stars along with Ali and Charlie from Ravenous. All of whom (and many others) ensured that Tristan had the night of his life.
It will be interesting to see where he goes with this.
Nurse, passport, coffin.
The nurse had taken my passport when she left. I suppose she wanted some sort of memento and it did contain one of the better photographs taken of late.
Rusty called yesterday to tell me that my passport had mysteriously been found under the nurses bed.
'What the hell were you doing under her bed?' I asked as the penny slowly dropped.
'I was looking for an escape hatch'. He replied.
'The only way you'll escape that woman Rusty is in a coffin'.
Rusty called yesterday to tell me that my passport had mysteriously been found under the nurses bed.
'What the hell were you doing under her bed?' I asked as the penny slowly dropped.
'I was looking for an escape hatch'. He replied.
'The only way you'll escape that woman Rusty is in a coffin'.
Friday 21 August 2009
Wednesday 19 August 2009
Tuesday 18 August 2009
More cycling tales.
Cycling and the pub do not make good bedfellows. 
Grey and moody sky
Under a grey and moody sky I cycled, full of brio yet unsteadily fast, homeward. While distracted by thoughts of Lula-mae, marooned in Limbo Nebraska (pop 47) a bollard leapt into my path.
The bollard won.
Bruise
Days later I noted that the bruise resembled uncannily that grey and moody sky.
Monday 17 August 2009
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