The last time I went to a showing of Richard Herring’s As It Occurs To Me (AIOTM) , a homeless man outside of the theatre proposed to me. I had only given him £2. That was entertainment. As Nina remarked afterwards ‘nothing that Richard Herring can do can top this’, he was excellent. In fact, highly charged things often happen around Herring gigs, not always connected to the show, but as a spiritual aside, calling me back to the references to Jesus, cumpkins, tortoises…. What would happen this time?
I was already a bit of a state. After the V&A, Nick and I got the tube to Euston so that I could drink tea and he could see an exhibition of maps at the British Library. In the middle of the main road, my baby brother R appeared. Neither of us were aware of the other’s travel plans, we were hundreds of miles from our separate homes, and yet coincidence worked its magic. It was freaky and lovely to sample the last giant fig rolls on the patio of the British library and talk politics, linguistics, job hunting and Britain’s Got Talent. Giant fig rolls taste just like ordinary sized ones, whoever could have guessed?
Leicester Square was the most pleasant I had ever seen it. The crowds were sitting outside of restaurants drinking wine in the sunshine, and having photos taken beside some statues of decorated elephants. I spoilt it by starting a row, then sulkily buying dinner in Burger King (my least favourite fast food joint, rubbish chips). Finally, I slumped to sleep across the table. At the time, I was fully convinced that I was in the right. The next morning, I realised I had been a complete bitch while Nick was all kindness. No excuses but I need to find an alternative travel sickness tablet.
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