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Feb. 19th, 2011 11:56 pmJust back from laying my flowers for Sarah in London.
Coming up the escalator and out of Sloane Square tube I reflected that it didn't feel like a year since my last visit. On the platform on the corner of the theatre steps two young women were idly sitting. There was a play in progress, so the lights were on in reception and two front of house people were behind the table, but I didn't see if they noticed me. Stood in silence remembering the times I'd spent with her for a little while.
Back in Portsmouth at 11.15pm, the busker who sits at the top of the ramp down to the Gosport ferry was playing guitar accompaniment for three young women who were raucously singing "We'll be coming off the ferry when we come". Then when he sang Nothing At All and Wonderwall they joined in at full volume, causing a guy on the ramp to abandon his mobile conversation for the sheer volume. They gave us another rendition of "We'll be coming off the ferry" on the boat.
Goodnight my sweet princess *x*
Coming up the escalator and out of Sloane Square tube I reflected that it didn't feel like a year since my last visit. On the platform on the corner of the theatre steps two young women were idly sitting. There was a play in progress, so the lights were on in reception and two front of house people were behind the table, but I didn't see if they noticed me. Stood in silence remembering the times I'd spent with her for a little while.
Back in Portsmouth at 11.15pm, the busker who sits at the top of the ramp down to the Gosport ferry was playing guitar accompaniment for three young women who were raucously singing "We'll be coming off the ferry when we come". Then when he sang Nothing At All and Wonderwall they joined in at full volume, causing a guy on the ramp to abandon his mobile conversation for the sheer volume. They gave us another rendition of "We'll be coming off the ferry" on the boat.
Goodnight my sweet princess *x*