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Sunday, 26 May 2013
Head Space Daily Words...
Last night I went to a dear friend's 40th birthday celebration at a bar in Spitalfields in Shoreditch. It was a very good bash and nice to have a few beers and catch up with old friends. It's not often I am out late in town, so it was good to be soaking up the night time atmosphere of Brick Lane, the last train home and the night bus. I left the bar around 11.30PM to walk along Brick Lane. It was full of punters queuing to get into venues, there were people leaning out of windows, taking in the scene below, there were homeless people begging for change, there were fashion victims, cool cats and wannabes, a group of people dressed like Where's Wally (see Daily Image) and there was the Brick Lane Beigel Bakery, which is where I was heading. This place is an essential destination on Brick Lane if you have the munchies, or the need to buy bagels and it was as busy as always. A (bakers) dozen of plain bagels was acquired, along with a tuna mayo and sweetcorn bagel, with a diet coke, for less than a fiver. Bargain. Out the shop, second right along Sclater Street and on to Shoreditch High Street Station, for the East London Line. Outside the station was sitting a homeless girl, begging for money, which is a pitiful state to be in, whatever your view may be of begging on the streets. I gave her one of my bagels and her eyes lit up with gratitude. Whether you're rich or poor, you've got to eat. On the platform of Shoreditch station was a group of friends - three boys, three girls - and one of the lads had his pants down whilst the others placed waxing strips on his arse and defuzzed the peach. Ouch. We boarded the last train of the evening, which only went as far as New Cross Gate, so the need to catch the 171 night bus arose. To my right were sat two Bayern Munich fans, in full kit, with German flags painted on their faces, after watching Bayern win the Champions League Final. We passed through Brockley and I got off the bus, walking the short distance home, under the glare of the full moon, in the clear night sky...
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