Thursday, November 27, 2008
We Come On A Ship They Call The Mayflower
I've been to Nottingham today. It was OK. It rained.
I thought I'd walk back to the railway station instead of getting a cab it seemed like such a short distance, and then I ended up getting lost and walking past redbrick terraced houses and what the Americans call auto repair yards and I had to ask a lady where the station was and she was tremendously friendly and helpful in the way that only people that don't live in London are but they were - and I'm sorry nice lady - the worst, most over-complex make-sense-only-to-locals directions I have ever been given and by the time I did get to the station (I did get to the station) I was wetter than a wet thing that lives in wet places and, well, you know, phew.
By the way, my been-away-for-a-day observations on re-entering London were
1. That new St Pancras Station is dead posh
2. Crikey there's a lot of people here, and
3. Hmm. Most of them are wearing black.
Anyway the point of popping in here tonight when I didn't really expect to is to wish, sincerely, all of our lovely American friends a very, very happy Thanksgiving.
*sings* 'Enjoy your turkey!'
God I do go on.
Paul Simon - 'American Tune' (1973)
PS: The Mayflower actually sailed to The New World from my old hometown. Oh yes.