R o s b o

Camden town, Capital City - soon after 4pm, waiting for Dan. The sun is belting, and the sweat of the city overrides my polyester - just as I peel off the winter layers I felt so compelled to adorn myself in when leaving Manchester, so cripplingly cold I shuddered like it was November, I catch sight of a very familiar looking man sculking along. He looks me up + down with a bemused look on his face, we catch eye contact and then it hits me - I jump in astonishment - it was one of my [many] heroes ! Chris Lillie !* Frozen on the spot, with my hand already glued to a camera, but powerless to do anything about it. I watched in awe as he continued his skank into the bustly distance, with sporadic fans also recognising the presence of a superstar and shamelessly [like I had intended on doing] projected their wishes of a photo showing their ecstatic arms rasped around his neck, with him, wishing so much he could just get on with his day pulling a cursory smile- you know, for the the fans and that. 4.10 pm, I am left shaking on the spot with excitement - Dan's late - he's missed his hero too. But when he arrives , we trot excitedly in the direction he went in, this time I was prepared and my imagination was flooded with the outstanding potential of delivering a celebrity pap to my Blip collection. A side alley - between two temporary walls masking dusty building work, he appears again. "Oh" I sort of grunt, and he sees me again. But he is walking + I am once again frozen on the spot. He has gone. I ask Dan if he thinks we should follow him again, Dan says "nah, let's get food". That was my brush with my hero, of which I did absolutely nothing about. At least I've written about it, so it won't be completely erased from my memory- but honestly, I'm kicking myself. . .

We met my dear old friend Rosamund a.k.a R O S B O [featured] for a snatched-up catch-up in the handsomely heated afternoon before pedalling our way north to begin an evening with our much missed pals Kate + Tim. They cooked a mexican feast fit for kings + queens + we cuddled on the couch trying to find enough to time to exchange all of our tales from the last six months. It feels like a life-time ago since we were last there, for this occasion.