I didn’t get laid but, put it this way, I had an amorous evening in the Raddison Hotel in Glasgow, with a lovely friend of mine, and yes, a girl!
Went out into town last night and got stranded in the snow so nothing for it but to book an overpriced room in a five star hotel. and I am a man of no fixed occupation. HAHA.
The title of the prose is actually the title of a play by a shock theatre company in London…my friend played a part in it…This poem lurks and lumbers and thinks it is smarter than it is…but I love the play on ideas…I might tighten it…
I was going to ask you about your adventures with the snow. Somehow I knew that you would have been one of those out last night (there’s an article about Glasgow on the BBC).
It was truly mental weather…beautiful and romantic…but after an hour of trudging through the snow at 1 in the morning the spirit got a little frozen.
Picture the scene - the street filled with drunken revellers, all looking to go home, go to a party, or go to another club, the streets are caked in Snow, clubbers are totally unaware that the snow was coming…and they are all prancing about the street in thin t-shirts…girls in thin dresses…(we even seen one girl in a thin dress walking in the snow with NO SHOES ON i wonder if she is still alive. i hope so.). all the yobs were out throwing snows balls and sliding all over the place. a town is a strange place on a weekend when the snow has mad everyone crazy and inspired some chaos.
It was like the madhouse had been opened and everyone was building their own magic snowman or having their own snow ball fantasy…me and tasha (the girl i was with) walked on by wrapped in our thick clothes…Baltic, frozen right through…heading for some kind of refuge…
