the walkie talkie

you can’t just walk in .. oh god no … you got to book a darn table, even if only for alcohol. on the ground floor before riding the elevator, there’s a similar search system that happens at airports..the emptying of pockets..walking through detectors..an underwhelming feel up from a security man .. the whole bit.

once you’re up there, you get a sensation that fizzes out pretty fast. the view is tremendous, but for how long can you look down at a river and a bridge before feeling a little removed? it occurred to me the richest views are on the ground at street level.

a thing that intrigued me was how young some of the folk are up there. maybe i’m just old, but there’s no way this scene was so casually accessible when i was of twenty seven years. here’s a pretty girl taking her selfie.   

my curiosity is now well and truly quenched ….i need never go up there again.. the pricey food was bland, and because restaurant and bar sort of overlap, several sources of music clash and merge while you eat…pure noise pollution .. like having yer grub in a sodding airport… the toilets were real nice though…no urinals .. just little private cabins .. i went in one for an executive wee wee, and while checking my thick lustrous hair in the looking glass,i imagined hard men doing krafty lines of coke off the chic darkly lit surfaces.

when me and thomas left to go home, we passed the bridge bar on kingsland road, with both of us resolving to be far far happier in there…it’s a gorgeous little snug right by the living pavement. we love that place..here’s some pictures … for me, skyscrapers are fun from a distance or in a dream, but it’s ironic how a view is more satisfying right down on street level. london’s a curious city to witness right now.. as it morphs it’s way into something new,you can sense a force from folk who do not want to see their baby thrown out with the bathwater. i think it’ll be good…all that bladerunner chrome and glass, creates a desire for grittier places that are small and warm. all my loving dear reader .. mary fairy liquid.