Diane and me were walking along the South Bank in the late afternoon and popped into the National Theatre for a coffee. It was surprisingly packed in there given that no show was on for a couple of hours, but we found a seat. We were both tired after a hard week of work and so mainly sat observing the other people, which I always enjoy.
There was a woman in the queue for the cafe who had the longest hair I think I've ever seen outside of the Guinness Book of Records. She was probably around about 5ft5 and her hair came right down to her ankles. It was both impressive and odd at the same time. It was more like a veil than some hair, but a veil that was made out of hair.
"Imagine being behind her in a wind!" was Diane's immediate comment, which made me laugh, mainly because it was such a weird, yet perceptive first thought on the situation. Being a man my own immediate thought was, "Imagine making love to her from behind!". It would be like having sex with Cousin It from the Addam's Family. In fact the woman had enough hair, I think, that if your fetish was having sex only with Cousin It from the Addam's Family, then she would flick half her hair round to the front and do a passable impression.
I don't want to have sex with Cousin It from the Addam's Family though and so on.
I also experienced my second unexpected live music event of the week. There were two middle-aged men playing classical pieces on a guitar and (probably) a mandolin in the foyer of the theatre. It isn't my cup of tea, unlike say an all girl punk band or a cup of tea might be, but as we were leaving Diane went to the loo and I was forced to stop and watch them as I waited for her. I took a couple of photos with my new camera, so you can see the cornish faces of the smartly dressed and competent musicians.
The non-beardy one who is vaguely reminiscent of Rick Wakeman introduced a song by saying, "This one is my own composition. It's called "Colombian Spirit" - I don't know why I called it that because it's not very Colombian. But it does get quite spirited towards the end."
That made me laugh - and he was going for the laugh, so it's not entirely unreasonable. So the song isn't Colombian and isn't very spirited until near the end. Good name.
My guess is that the song was written under the influence of one of the exports that Colombia is famous for. Looking at the men you'd have to figure that was coffee in this case, but the world of classical guitar and mandolin playing has a seamy underside and you never know what they get up to in the privacy of their own homes.
If that's the case it was the safest and most rubbish piece of music ever written under the influence of cocaine.
