DurAnorak (duranorak) wrote,
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  • Music: 'Dead Finks Don't Talk', Brian Eno. All gone a bit VG.

*Everybody* stole from Jack.

Do you ever have that thing where you see someone in the street and find yourself absolutely certain they're somehow significant? That happened to me again today. I was walking through Soho looking in the second-hand record shops (of course) and it seemed that every shop I came out of brought me face to quickly-turned-away-face with a man who was clearly just out shopping with his boyfriend. He looked like the gay Noel Fielding - well, all right, the gayer Noel Fielding - and we kept catching one another's eye; his black coat made him look like he should have been standing on some moors somewhere. I think he was probably quite beautiful, but we turned away from one another hurriedly enough each time that I couldn't really tell.

It's odd, and sometimes I don't know why I don't just go up to these people and talk to them. Probably because they'd have me arrested.

Sometimes you just know, with people. Last year I met someone randomly in the street in Cambridge and I thought immediately, 'this person is going to change my life'. And they have.
Two people, actually, now I come to think about it.

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