So, yesterday was supposed to be adventure day, but the plans kind of broke a little. I left late because my music was keeping me occupied, and I was planning on popping round to Lady A’s house (friend from down the road…lovely lady, small and red and purple…and lovely). She’d only just got back from her homeland (the West Country) where she’d been for a week or so. Anyway, as I walked up to her pathway (up to her door) she appeared, she was going to sign on, so I acompanied her to the DSS and arranged to meet her for a quick lunchtime. Thereofre adventuring was mostly replaced with pasties and pubs. Had a lovely pasty from the little pasty shop on the North Laine, then proceeded to meander around a couple of pubs. One in the South Lanes to avoid a shower. Then a few more at the Evening Star (Dark Star Extra Stout. It is pretty damn good, just as simple well made and quite strong stout. To my tastebuds it seems to be exactly what a stout should be. Like a very good, traditional stout. Just a nice full falvour, no flounciness, just a simple and well rounded flavour). This put me in a fine mood in time to jump into a tuctuc. Had a nice chat with the guy. The wind was in full force and was making the driving a struggle, and he told me that there had been a tornado in London. News from strangers is a good thing. Anyway, went to see Bond in the cinema..I haven’t seen an action film in the cinema for ages, it was quite a treat. I got a bit too much into it..squealing and yelping and hiding behind my knees and everything. T’was good fun. I’m going to do a separate post on the film itself because I want to investigate some of thoughts it raised about characters, icons and franchises.
That’s for later though. Anyway, the only thing worth repeating that made it into my notebook was from walking around the blustery town (and the amazing contrasted calm of the Pavillion Gardens, which seemed to suddenly halt the wind and give me a chance to look around at beautiful surroundings in a sudden ‘eye of the storm’ style calm. It was wonderful, I love the PavGar). I’ll explain after I write what I wrote.
Sneering hero of the Dancehall Gone. Where he stood Nothing but filthy water, rotten leaves surrounded by walls with posters for fashionable bands of debatable quality. Cunts.
That was pretty much all I wrote, as I got a call from Lady A telling me she got out early and we should go and eat something. Anyway, basically the problem is that the statue of Max Miller leering at the passers by has vanished. They’re doing some kind of road works and the whole statue has been replaced by a hole. It was quite disconcerting. One of my favourite pass-times is to stand by that statue imitiating the pose and seeing how long it takes people to notice (I’m only slightly exaggerating here, I have done this more than once). Anyway, the plinth, the statue and even the Earth below it (not the whole Earth, i just realised I should have said soil…or at least not capitilised the E…whatever) are all gone. Just absent. I actually did the biggest double take I’ve ever managed and consider going up to the builders working on the road and asking whether they saw who took it. Anyway, common sense over took, so instead I asked the council on their official complaints/comments page. Just doing my civic duty. I mean…anyone who can steal that much bronze, marble and soil could be a danger to the whole city beautification project…or whatever we have around here.
Erm…yeah. So that’s what bothered me.
Other than that it was mostly just a lovely day. My good mood was maintained and I got to talk with Lady A about some really important stuff that we haven’t had a chance to talk about for ages. I won’t go into it, but basically its quite sad that we haven’t seen enough of each other lately, and it was good to make up for that. I suspect it won’t happen again as she does now live jsut up the road. This is great. I make new friends often. I enjoy it that way. I like new people, but I worry that I end up not seeing enough of the old friends. Most of the time I manage to strike a balance, but when I get busy I start getting stressed and upset about not seeing enough of various places. Having said that, running around trying to see as many friends as possible in one day is one of my favourite sports.
Erm…that’s about all I can think of right now. I’ll add more if anything comes to me.
Sorry if this is a bit anticlimactic after all the promise of adventure. I think I enjoyed it more than I would have if I had succeeded in wondering aimlessly around deepest darkest Hove though. That must be a good thing. Indeed.