… not sitting in a rainbow but back in my little room after a nice evening out with Alison in the Greenway Vegan restaurant where my spicy pepper burger, although being delicious, was nothing like as spicy as it might have been
And last night was nothing like as spicy as it might have been either. It’s been an age since TOTGA, Castor or Zero came to accompany me on a nocturnal ramble and I am missing them terribly. So I suppose that I shall have to work on improving my aim.
Instead, I was running a club and a taxi company last night. I had a couple of new drivers and was having to explain to them the prices on Christmas Eve and New Years Eve didn’t start until 22:00. If they were running late and didn’t pick someone up until 22:05 although they were booked at 22;00 that was our loss, not the passenger’s. I had to explain it in great detail. I had live music going as well. There was a group performing and one of these musicians was THE GIRL WHO WAS REALLY A MERMAID and they couldn’t seem to make their equipment go loud enough. I thought that they could turn it up so I went to turn it up but they seemed to be rather reluctant to do it. In the end I asked how much cable they had on their PA amps because I could stick them over the side out of everyone’s way where people were falling over them, as if I’d learnt nothing from that gig THE OTHER MONTH and that would improve the sound by having the speakers spread further out but they were all very reluctant to do that.
There was a group of us again in one of these gondola cable cars going over the port of one of these big German cities looking at how it was built all of stone. One of our friends had to look away. She couldn’t look at things like this. But the stonework that made this pier out into the harbour was really impressive, large stones piled up on top of each other to make an artificial thing that stuck out into the water. Again, we thought that we would go and have a look at this because the city was bombed and totally destroyed in World War II and what a job they had made of rebuilding it and making it ……. because the state that it was in, if anyone got on there with any strength it would float away. And I wish that I could decipher the gap near the end where I was mumbling in a daze.
But the consolation is that whatever it was that I missed, at least it wasn’t long enough to have caught Zero in my evil clutches.
After transcribing the dictaphone notes the rest of the day was spent choosing music for the next batch of radio shows. That’s five more added to the pile. For obvious reasons, I need to be well ahead of where I actually am supposed to be so that I can leave a trace behind me when I’ve gone. Although sometimes it’s not easy to concentrate.
At lunchtime I had to go out to the supermarket around the corner as I have – what a crisis! – run out of coffee. But to my dismay, they had no cheap coffee there and I ended up walking through town to the Delhaize in the Brusselsestraat. I picked up a couple more bits and pieces while I was there too.
On the way back I bumped into the manager of the complex and we had a little chat amongst ourselves. I have a cunning plan …
Alison contacted me later on. Did I fancy going out? Well, I’m all in favour of that, as regular readers of this rubbish will recall. We met in the Monseigneur Ladeuzeplein in the rain and had a slow walk to Greenway.
Afterwards we went for a coffee in the Grote Markt and a really long chat. And the subject drifted round through all kinds of subjects and people. In fact the only one of my three young nocturnal lady-friends who didn’t have a mention was Zero.
If I’m lucky she might come to visit me tonight and I promise that I will make it up to her. But the chances of that happening are … well … remote.
