An Observation

You can have a straight conversation about love, you can have a straight conversation about money; there are no straight conversations about the two combined. None.

Hello, Goodbye, Hello

Ronnie Scotts was fine of course; the company was keen, the music cool, the ambience fit, all orange lamps glowing in the dark and cocktail-laden waiters swerving between tables. I don't recall when we got home - 3 or 4 - but I woke having slept til 11. I haven't done that for years. Then I went to a small party in Crystal Palace to say goodbye to a friend who is moving to Hastings. It isn't far really, and she has already invited me down for the Jack-in-the-Green celebrations, but it does feel like the end of an era. She has lived here around as long as I have, and when the other member of our occasional adventuring trio mentioned that she might be shifting to Spain, I felt bound to recount my own news; the possibility of a move for us, though nowhere near as soon.

It does feel as though change is everywhere. The old scenes in London have none of the 90's spark that kicked them off. It's a different time with different things to explore. Last night saw me keep my promise to visit a mate down Woolwich way, who's doing well though dismayed at old friends falling prey to addiction and attendant evils. He's been lucky to get away from that stuff, lucky to have the chance to change and take it.

Goes for all of us perhaps. The wind is wild around the house today, fresh and singing.