Invisible Stranger


Invisible Stranger

Collecting Crises on Old Compton Street and Beyond

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Currently clicking:
- bboyblues
- bitful
- blue witch
- diamondgeezer
- glitter for brains
- london calling
- naked blog
- troubled diva

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- ute
- neil and chris
- peter and anna
- june
- kurt

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Friday, March 28, 2003
What Good Is Sitting Alone In Your Room?
Tonight in Berlin:
Pleasant walk along the cobbled, tree-lined streets of Schöneberg, flirting with all the pretty people, before a cheapo pizza at the good old San Marco with long-time mates. We drop off into Prinzknecht for their wacky Wild-Wild-West Party, make loads of new friends, and then have a drink in sort-of-trendy Hafen where, for once, even I am not as wasted as the bar staff. Then I put on my ever-so-butch leather jacket and go on over to the corner of Eisenacherstraße and Kleiststraße and You-Know-Where to meet You-Know-Who. We make a date. And then home.

Tonight in London:
Sorry-mate-but-we're-busy-but-if-we'd've-known-we'd've-put-you-on-the-guest-list-like-wouldn't'we've-but-you-know-what-it's-like. Resolve to go out tomorrow and find myself a Brand-New Set of Friends. Stumble through the streets of Camden. Buy bottle of plonk from offie. Return home to discover I haven't taped Corrie. Watch Friends instead. Cup of cocoa. And so to bed.

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