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Bearing Tidings
May. 16th, 2007 08:34 amAn e-mail in my inbox from Monday night was from "Bearing Spot" and had as subject line "Greetings From Auckland".
Well, an obvious candidate for an advert for "C1alis" or whatever, one would think.
But, no. The power of the Internet never ceases to amaze. This was from a one-time barman in the Ship And Shovel, near Charing Cross, with whom I shared several thousand Bottles of Pils back in 1985. Apparently I had given him a cassette of a group, and he had come across it (presumably when clearing out his attic), and played it.
He saw that the group was "FK9", but a Google search only threw out that this was the postcode for Stirling. However, he thought it was excellent, and wanted to find out more.
Now, apparently he also had a couple of copies of Greatest Hits in the attic (from 1985), and he remembered that I had given him the tape, so he googled me, found this blog, and e-mailed me to find out if I could supply any information about FK9. Now, how weird is that?
Although I was drinking far too much at the time, that year when I was managing the Villiers Street branch of Mecca was probably one of my more enjoyable in my life. It was certainly one of my more exciting times. That little part of London, between Villiers St, Craven St, Embankment Place and the Strand, was like a little village at the time, with everyone knowing each other and it being the home for an uncountable number of dissolutes such as myself. The dossers were still sleeping under the arch in Embankment Place at the time. I remember one Friday, when clearly a number of them had just got their dole money, they all trundled up to the mini-mart on the Strand and spent the lot on booze, which they then rolled down Villiers Street to underneath the arches, and started drinking. They were just about finishing up on Monday morning....
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It looks like there might be some progress on the flat purcahse again, although price renegotiations are rearing their ugly head, and I am, for once, at a loss what to do. This clearly indicates that I am close to an indifference point, which is always where decision-making is hardest.
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Well, an obvious candidate for an advert for "C1alis" or whatever, one would think.
But, no. The power of the Internet never ceases to amaze. This was from a one-time barman in the Ship And Shovel, near Charing Cross, with whom I shared several thousand Bottles of Pils back in 1985. Apparently I had given him a cassette of a group, and he had come across it (presumably when clearing out his attic), and played it.
He saw that the group was "FK9", but a Google search only threw out that this was the postcode for Stirling. However, he thought it was excellent, and wanted to find out more.
Now, apparently he also had a couple of copies of Greatest Hits in the attic (from 1985), and he remembered that I had given him the tape, so he googled me, found this blog, and e-mailed me to find out if I could supply any information about FK9. Now, how weird is that?
Although I was drinking far too much at the time, that year when I was managing the Villiers Street branch of Mecca was probably one of my more enjoyable in my life. It was certainly one of my more exciting times. That little part of London, between Villiers St, Craven St, Embankment Place and the Strand, was like a little village at the time, with everyone knowing each other and it being the home for an uncountable number of dissolutes such as myself. The dossers were still sleeping under the arch in Embankment Place at the time. I remember one Friday, when clearly a number of them had just got their dole money, they all trundled up to the mini-mart on the Strand and spent the lot on booze, which they then rolled down Villiers Street to underneath the arches, and started drinking. They were just about finishing up on Monday morning....
+++++++++
It looks like there might be some progress on the flat purcahse again, although price renegotiations are rearing their ugly head, and I am, for once, at a loss what to do. This clearly indicates that I am close to an indifference point, which is always where decision-making is hardest.
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