Lauren and Roberto arrived at 2am this morning. I’m still so excited that they’re here. I walked down to the bus stop at about 1:30am and got stuck chatting to a crack head who was telling me that she had just come from visiting her mother with her boyfriend who had just disappeared into a lane way with their/his rottweiler. She didn’t seem at all concerned by the fact that he was no longer there.
On a side note I’d love to write about dirty Dalston with same breathless excitement as Essentially Emilydoes about the Upper East Side, but I dare say the goings on of London’s belligerent, cracked out and otherwise broken underclass (and the creatives slumming it) might not make for such uplifting reading. OMG James wakes to find homeless vagrant with no teeth sleeping on his window ledge, craazy!! Man begs Petah for money outside Sandy manor (and its a relatively dark side street!!) LOL. ROFLZ etc. That’s not really that funny is it?
Thankfully Lauren’s cab pulled up before the lady’s dubious boyfriend returned and we were whisked away to the safety of my house. I haven’t seen Lauren since I was in Australia in February and its funny because it feels as though no time has passed. Although I do feel a little bit sorry for Roberto as we were half delirious with tiredness, talking a mile a minute to catch up on the last eight months. I guess the moral of all of this is that I’m very glad that a very old friend is here at the moment and that it’s not fun to make fun of the down and out.
Tonight I’m off to Seventeen Gallery to see some art at Dave Hoyland’s gallery and some drinks at Dream Bags Jaguar Shoes.
I’d love to write about Dalston in the same way