Coventry had more strangers on the streets today, almost as odd as yesterday's Wanker Woman - 'strangerers' that is, there's always plenty of strangers to me.
I went to buy Nick a watch today. He pointed it out last weekend as being something he liked. It's so rare that he ever does this that I wanted to buy it for him. He didn't get much for his birthday, just the Richard Herring tickets which was more for me than him, so I had a good excuse. I bought it from a little shop, Aspell's, on Spon Street. One of my problems with Coventry is that there are very few independent shops here, we are so much a chain store city. I like to use small shops where I can, so I was glad to be buying from here rather than HSamuels or wherever. The man in the shop was very kind and knowledgeable, he gave me a couple of freebies which was nice although what Nick will do with an espresso cup and saucer I don't know. He had samples of rings there and you can choose the metal and stones used to make them up. I would love to be able to do that. I've never replaced my original wedding and engagement rings since they were stolen in 1994, not with anything good anyway (cheap gold band, and platinum coated silver & zircon from QVC). It's not very important to me, but I would quite like to have good ones in the way that some people dream of a nice car. It's a shop with loads of nice things anyway.
Just as we were finishing up in the shop, a kerfuffle was starting up over the road. A young woman in the street was shouting up to another woman four storeys up, in a parody of Romeo and Juliet. Their argument got louder and people began to put their heads out of the windows of the building, some of them joining in with the argument. Passers by began to gather on the street below, some laughing, some concerned. The young woman in the street began to stamp her feet, waving her arms and jumping. It was all audible to me in the shop, but not sufficiently to hear the words. Add some facepaint and maybe some costumes, it would have been brilliant street theatre.
The shopkeeper was unimpressed. "Sorry about this", he said laconically "If it's not them over the road its the Tin practicing their music". Spon Street tries to market itself as a street of smart independent shops, but over the years this has been eroded what with the nightclubs on the end, the fast food shops, the link to the cinema and Ikea, it is a more than mixed environment. At least this is in the true Medieval style, reflecting Spon Street's architecture.
Nick loved the watch. I love him. He loves me. Perfect.
Sickening isn't it, sorry kids.
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