Isn't it funny how...

Bees like honey?

I like life at the moment. In a more secluded moment of creative genius I spotted some similarities between life and the game 'Connect Four'. Isn't it odd how occasionally you feel that bits of life begin to fall into place? It is just like Connect Four when your opponent seems to be failing his go desperately - grasping at threads to stop you getting a line. Of course, it is more complicated than that: I remember, as we all do, as a child discovering that if you held a mirror to a mirror, that the mirrors would appear to reflect themselves into infinity - it is the same with the games of Connect Four - infinite.

Of course, it is the past while where the game seems to have destroyed my opponents (one might say personal gremlins, since opponents in people are merely challenges), but there are lots more existing; my dimension at the moment is in a winning phase. I feel I have moved to an area of London that is great, to a beautiful, light and spacious flat, and I feel it happened a bit by accident. I have met some fascinating new people - some particularly. I have been out for a drink today with a very good friend, who for various reasons things did not work out with for a year or so, but now I remember how addictive his friendship is. AND I have just discovered the evenings in West Hampstead.

Isn't it funny how Bees like Honey? (TM A.A Milne!!)
Isn't it funny how Children like Chocolate?
Isn't it funny how Adults like Alcohol.

Tonight I went for a drink with LJ in West Hampstead. We met up spontaneously at about 9 p.m. and went to a bar just opposite the Opera Studio. It reminded me, down to the tables and clientele, of a down-to-earth bar in a little Czecholslovakian town - there was little attitude and just a good relaxed evening being had by all. Following this, the image continued - all the way up West End Road, little lanterns flickered in civilised bars like candles in caves of experience. I was informed of the good places to go for breakfast, the good places to go for dinner, and all of them looked fabulous and civilised for a drink. AND all of them looked 100% less pretentious than the rest of London bars - willing me in - vive la culture cafe. All of my new found bars are closer to home than the best bar in Walthamstow which, although very good, is not where I live now!

I'm looking forward to the next month. And I've suddenly realised how many people I know who live in this area.

Bring it on!


JL