Ill Met By Daylight

I've taken four days off work to find somewhere new to live and see friends. Today I drove to London to meet Derek, who I knew (but not very well) in Virginia. His girlfriend confused me with Justin in Wonderbar one night. "Oh, I thought you were the Australian... because he just moved here and his girlfriend left him and he's heartbroken." I paused a pause of almost perfect length and said, "No, actually that is me." She was mortified but I thought it was pure comedy.

Somehow bad weather makes morons drive like crap. I was held up for thirty minutes by an accident just outside London. I parked at Hammersmith and took the tube to our agreed meeting place of Tower Records at Piccadilly Circus but, unfortunately, I was thirty minutes tardy. Derek wasn't there. Tower Records wasn't there. It's a Virgin Megastore now (but it's still the only shop of its kind next to the station).

I checked my phone and I'd missed no calls underground. (He doesn't have a number that works here but I'd given him mine anyway.) I waited another ninety minutes in the rain but he didn't show. I'd thought of half a dozen bars around Leicester Square and Covent Garden to drink in too! I bought A History Of Violence and Broken Boy Soldiers and retraced my steps back to Bristol. Total time wasted: 7 hours. People: from now on you carry a phone or we make a contingency plan up-front.

I hope Derek made it to London safely.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

bad weather makes morons drive like crap

A truer statement has never been uttered.

So, did you find a place to live or was that wasted time too?

Blogger Trundling Grunt said...

The first snow round here is always scary - Hoosiers on Ice. Somehow they all forget how to drive over the summer and then Darwinism thins the herd with the first snowfall.

Blogger Candace said...

Oh, TG is so right. And the same goes for the first rain in CA. Morons!

I think your wicked prank was a hoot! :-)

Blogger Marilyndrew said...

Providing you don't make me watch space fantacy shows I would like to move to the UK with you and be your new girlfriend.

Please? :(

Blogger Aussie-Askew said...

Man. Really sorry to hear about me losing my girlfriend. That sux. Especially since I married her (again) last weekend. :)

And how is the Raconteurs?

Blogger thisismarcus said...

Aussie: Congratulations - again. The Raconteurs is excellent if you like that kind of thing: equal parts Deep Purple, White Stripes and "phase 2" Beatles, plus two parts Small Faces. Old school.

Kat: I'm working on that. There is a plan but it deserves its own post!

Marilyn: Send me a picture and anything's possible!

Blogger Marilyndrew said...

I e-mailed you some photos in anticipation of a girlfriend proposal ;)

(I'm so technology inept that I don't even own a digital camera, so I sent waht i could find)

Blogger thisismarcus said...

Oh! I meant a naked picture. Sorry for the confusion.

So that was my smart-ass comment. I'll reply to your e-mail with something less inane :)


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