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metrocentricI was pleased that I could meet them together. They'd split up now, but were by no means estranged. Even now, after years, I saw a frame around them.
Their Sunday lunch invitations were often at short notice, and I didn't always accept them, but those I did, I enjoyed. Always mid-afternoon; any earlier and they wouldn't have been awake. They always had a Bloody Mary for me, with a decent charge of Absolut Peppar in it, 'for your hangover'; whether I had one or not. Then he or she would say: 'Now we'll have to catch up with you', and they did.
They'd dance in the kitchen when Kylie came on the radio. On warm days the garden door would be open, letting in bees and the noise of planes.
She said: 'We never rowed when you were round', then quickly: 'He still calls it London Fascism Week 'cause of you'. I replied 'It's big and it's bland, full of tension and fear, beep beep'.
He had been talking to her friend, who was also along; he turned to me and said '[Metro] she doesn't realise how much she taught me about fashion. When you're into someone and you want to know about them? What's important to them? I learnt a lot.' He could be so immediate, open and direct, and he had not lost that.
Having cleared the feint, I said: 'Was that why you had me over?' She replied: 'Sometimes... so as we were on our best behaviour'. I asked, in more words than this: was I that austere? 'You calmed us down', she explained; turned to him then: 'Didn't he?' 'Yes, you were a calming effect'.
I'd always suspected something of the kind. For couples, Sundays can be the best and the worst. I said: 'I was like the donkey they put in the horsebox to stop the horses panicking on the way to the racecourse'.
And they both said, oh no, not just, but yeh kind of.
Their Sunday lunch invitations were often at short notice, and I didn't always accept them, but those I did, I enjoyed. Always mid-afternoon; any earlier and they wouldn't have been awake. They always had a Bloody Mary for me, with a decent charge of Absolut Peppar in it, 'for your hangover'; whether I had one or not. Then he or she would say: 'Now we'll have to catch up with you', and they did.
They'd dance in the kitchen when Kylie came on the radio. On warm days the garden door would be open, letting in bees and the noise of planes.
She said: 'We never rowed when you were round', then quickly: 'He still calls it London Fascism Week 'cause of you'. I replied 'It's big and it's bland, full of tension and fear, beep beep'.
He had been talking to her friend, who was also along; he turned to me and said '[Metro] she doesn't realise how much she taught me about fashion. When you're into someone and you want to know about them? What's important to them? I learnt a lot.' He could be so immediate, open and direct, and he had not lost that.
Having cleared the feint, I said: 'Was that why you had me over?' She replied: 'Sometimes... so as we were on our best behaviour'. I asked, in more words than this: was I that austere? 'You calmed us down', she explained; turned to him then: 'Didn't he?' 'Yes, you were a calming effect'.
I'd always suspected something of the kind. For couples, Sundays can be the best and the worst. I said: 'I was like the donkey they put in the horsebox to stop the horses panicking on the way to the racecourse'.
And they both said, oh no, not just, but yeh kind of.
