Sunday, July 22, 2007

No Churns, No Porter, No Cat On A Seat, At Chorlton-cum-Hardy or Chester-le-Street 

Had a very pleasant boozy afternoon in the pub with Girlfriend and Looby off the internet.
He lives very faraway, just up the road in Lancaster.

From his writing, Lancaster sounds like a dark and gloomy world of depressing international cinema and painfully avant-garde performance art.
We go to Lancaster every now and then, but I don't remember it being quite so bleak or intense as how Looby presents it. It's just old ladies doing their shopping and people waiting for buses. I'll have to remember to wear my Bohemia seeking goggles next time I'm there.

Looby's interesting and funny. It was our first meeting.
He used to serve refreshments on the West Coast Main Line, stopping at Milton Keynes, Rugby, Nuneaton, Tamworth, Stafford, Crewe, Warrington, Preston, Lancaster, Carlisle and Glasgow Central, currently works in the cut throat world of high finance, and is never happier than when sitting in the corner of a pub adapting translations of East European short stories for the stage. In the great tradition of artistic heavy drinkers, he's as thin as a rake. Runs like Niles Crane too.
Hopefully that won't be the last we see of him.

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