The Knightsbridge Route
I walked to Knightsbridge.
Very fast. My orange and black scarf tied tightly and all I needed in the pocket of my feau fur jacket.
I walked over Battersea Bridge, the sharp morning light clear and silver, down Beaufort Street past the strange little Catholic Church. Left onto the Kings Road, past the Bluebird Caff, Heales, Habitat, endless silly dress shops when a number 19 drove past me but I resisted.
Right down past Peter Jones and left down Sloane Street. Gucci, Chanel, Armani, ridiculous prices for boots, shoes and real fur coats. Another 19 came along to taunt me.
My nose was cold but the rest of me was toasty warm.
By the time I got to Knightsbride I was thinking I might be late for my own imposed deadline - as it turned out all was well.
Down onto the tube and I arrived in Leicester Square bang on. The whole trip had taken just under an hour. Three routes in three days. I'll do another one tomorrow.
I promised myself a night in but I was invited to see THE READER at the Soho Hotel. I couldn't say no, well I could but I didn't.
I seated myself in one of their downstairs cushy rooms. Had a pot of echinacea tea, 2 tiny mince pies, 4 tiny egg sandwiches and 6 tiny bites of a banana I nicked from the display table. I spent my tea-time thinking about Leicester Square, it's beginning to sink in.
The space, the noise, the space.
When I left LBC the lights of the Leicester Square Christmas merry-go-round were shockingly pink and spangly. Royston, a wonderful bloke from Capital, hugged me and said if I needed anything he was there for me. Yes of course it made me cry so I wandered into the local Catholic Church to get some silence. It was me and three tramps all enjoying the warmth the candles and the taped choral music. It became clear that all I need at LBC is my own little quiet spot to concentrate in before the show - there must be one somewhere, I'm sure I'll find it and when I do you'll be the first to know.
My tea break prepared me for The READER. A superbly shot movie, it made me realise how illiteracy makes the ignorant both criminal and victim. Kate Winslet was minimalistic and the young John Kross beautifully bleak,
Stephen Daldry, the director spoke before the film, as did David Hare, who wrote the screenplay. One of his newest lines was quoted tonight:
'One afternoon in Israel is more exciting than a whole year in Sweden.'
Having been to both places I see what he means.
The READER is about illiteracy, guilt, humanities savagery and forgiveness.
I may well talk illiteracy on tomorrows show.
To all of you who say such lovely, supportive things to me Thank you so very much. It really means a lot me especially now that we're in LSQ. It's like learning to drive a new car, I keep crunching the gear stick and stalling, hitting the break instead of the accelerator. Being a gel I get into a flap. But by Christmas I think I will have sorted out my left from my right. You see now why your support is so necessary.
have a nice night and
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Hi Jeni, I think you're doing a great job in the new studio - I loved the video! Thanks for the review of 'The Reader'. I was discussing it with a friend last week & neither of us were sure we wanted to watch it. I may give it a go after all. Have a great weekend. Big hugs to you, Kirsten.
PS I thought of you last week when I had to take my cat to the vet for the last time. The house is so empty without her & I'm trying not to look at 'her' corner of the couch.
PPS Hi to June, I finally got to Postman's Park in London last week. Even on a cold, grey winter's day it was beautiful & very peaceful. I was very moved by the memorial plaques. K.
Just a message for Kirsten.
It's so lovely hearing from you Kirsten. Hope you are well and so pleased you enjoyed Postman's Park, it is such a special place. Sorry to hear about your cat, I'm sure she has left you many wonderful memories. Wishing you all the joys of the season and every happiness throughout the coming year.
The same to you Jeni and all your lovely bloggers, we are a nice bunch even if I do say so myself.
Hope all is well with you these days. We still worry about you, you know.
Glad to hear from you. Happy Christmas, Kirsten.