Friday, December 03, 2010
hair on fire
Went for a lovely spot of drinks and Thai food last night with two lovely girls in Notting Hill.
During the evening, suddenly assaulting the nostrils, was a smell of something stenchful and burning.
"Something's on fire."
'It smells like burning hair....or rubber.'
I tentatively looked at my Wellingtons. Were they on fire?
"No it's more like a hair smell."
Look over to a man, with curly locks, sitting casually next to us reading a paper over his pint.
"Dude, are you on fire?"
'Yes.' He shrugs.
'It's my hair. My hair is on fire. I lit it with my candle.' Smiles.
Goes back to reading his paper while people around dart furtively for a fire extinguisher.
And henceforth, the apt example of keep 'Calm And Carry On' British mentality. Everyone panics, but they'll never show it.
So lovely to spend some time with two British ladies who love and embrace the winter here. Instead of the usual bitchin', the one says she's happy to 'go to bed, with a bottle of champagne and a fag.'
I shuffled to work this morning on two inches of packed ice, watching people all around me slip and fall everywhere.
Hazardous. But no one will panic.