December 2018. The line wasn’t as long as I feared. It went north on Earl’s Court Road and stopped short of the street corner. A yellow-vested security officer kept it in order, regularly checking inside the restaurant to see how many people to let in. Those in line excitedly talked about what they were having. …
Tag: United Kingdom
Stroke City blues
May 2015. The music from the bar was keeping me up late at the inn. Folks downstairs seemed to be obsessed with Johnny Cash’s Folsom Prison Blues for it played often throughout the evening. It should’ve been a nice slice of home for a Tennessean like me. Instead, it stirred a nasty feeling within – …
English patience
May 2015. The train guard made the announcement in a calm but stern voice, “The train will not be leaving until an abusive passenger has left it.” It was inevitable after what happened moments ago. The Arriva Wales train left Crewe on its way to Cardiff. There was a slight delay, but nothing of consequence. …
Blame it on the fairies!
May 2015. “My bum hurt!” Each step was excruciating. Sitting wasn’t an issue since the rash got irritated only when I walked. I was confined to the bed in my Liverpool hotel, waiting for the pain to subside. “How could this have happened?” I wondered. It might have started in Belfast. There were long walks …
Sunday football
December 2003. The shuttles plying the route between the stadium and the train station took their time. My teeth had been chattering for half an hour as the biting cold wind whipped the queue. When the bus finally dropped me off at High Wycombe station, my mind was so numb that I could barely recall …
Unlock the door. 