‘You’ve really come up in the world here
...the whole of London is yours on a plate.’
*
In the rotating glass restaurant
(one complete rotation every twenty-three minutes)
Dave is trying to catch the waiters eye.
Sue is straightening the cutlery.
The menu is in French, which neither of them speak.
He chooses ‘Le Rumpsteak’
She selects ‘Les Scampi, Avec Frites.’
Their waiter is not French.
A modish couple, who look a little like
Peter Wyngarde and Nyree-Dawn Porter
spill out of the ladies’ room, clothes slightly askew
giggling, wiping sugar off their faces.
Nyree-Dawn still has her hat on.
A beautiful wine-red, broad-brimmed felt fedora
with a patterned silk scarf around the crown.
A really special kind of hat, a one-off.
A hat that screams ‘class’.
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Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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As I indicated in my email is is first class. The tightening up makes it even more taut than before. I wonder what the made up celebrities were doing in the cloak room? And wearing a hat!
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I should have written….this is first class…..
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