An anarchist at heart

So a couple of weeks ago Cate said ‘I have to go to London for a conference – why don’t you come with me?’

Oh Cool! I thought – I love London. I have been going there since 1976 and it never ceases to fascinate me.

And then she said ‘we can spend a few days there – I am sure there are lots of things we have not seen’.

Then I understood.

Cate means – there are lots of shops I have not visited (although I dispute that).

This is a shopping expedition and I know exactly what it will be like.

It will be like when Cate says ‘Would you like to have lunch at Café Central?’

And I say sure what a good idea and when we are on our way to Café Central she says ‘Oh I just have to pop into Peek and Cloppenburg for a moment’

And I realize – not for the first time in my life  – that I have been deluded. We are actually on a shopping  trip.

So this is what London will be about – and I now exactly where we are going – and I even know exactly where the Sad Bastards seats are in the shops I know we will visit.

Although this time we are not staying at the Ritz and have opted for places much more economical.

But I may let my head go and buy some T-Shirts in Banana Republic. Pure decadence!

I am an anarchist at heart.