In the midst of all the pints of beer, the old guys and the drunk bankers; there she was, sitting with her friends.
He thought I was hitting on him, the Apollo-looking guy, his words shaping the tobacco smoke as he spoke. The grey-circles crashed into the air of Soho and he told me about his ʻage of innocent dreamsʼ.
For someone whose first words to me were, “I can’t give you a story, I have none!” Mark Rawlimson is a man with plenty to say.
When you could drink your weight whatever your bank balance was. You could wake up at midday and spend it in the company of friends. There were no consequences, no rules, and no worries.
“It’s not a suit and tie place, that’s why you might as well wear a lobster suit, right?” The so-called Stimpy tomcat mumbles in his Guinness-British language. His dress code ideas approved of by the laughter of his two other pint-friends standing next to him. I am pretty sure that I should get another cider, just to be sure I my sense of humour is as open as possible.
Laura is Canadian. Like most Canadians she possess an undying passion for ice hockey. She sipped on her pint, a glow exuding from her. The sort of shine only a beautiful girl sure of herself, and her opinions, can radiate.
I could tell from his own fashion sense that Chris was a man both informed and inspired by eras gone by.
Step 1: Strip yourself of all the comforts of your make-up bag. Wipe off that eye-liner, foundation, and lipstick so you are completely makeup free.
I met a guy – tall, good-looking, probably in his late twenties, without trousers.
I didn’t expect my conversation to develop like this when Andrzej asked me for a cigarette.
I was talking to a beautiful girl, Charlie, we could have talked about many things, but ended up with what turned out to be the wrong topic.
“My dear girl, there are better things in life than winning – it’s losing with friends”, he threw the saying and the dice at the same time. Mr. Scott learnt this lesson the hard way. He lost his taxi driver job and his chemist-wife for the ‘love of booze.’ Only friends stayed. The same friends he plays cribbage with each Monday, in the same pub, on Great Portland Street.