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- Subject: Spark seeks tinder
- Message-ID: <1993Jan21.235926.27214@lemuria.sai.com>
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- Date: Thu, 21 Jan 93 23:59:26 GMT
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- It's half past two and I'm in Bermondsey.
-
- Its a good place to be at this time of the morning.
- Watching the lights go through their familiar dance
- -
- Amber, red, red-and-amber, green.
-
- I feed power to the torquey 1.4 turbo-charged
- engine of my R5 and scoot over Tower Bridge. The
- Thames smiles back London's late night glitter.
-
- I drop a uey round the traffic island and
- accelerate into the Highway, once one of the most
- dangerous roads out of the old city.
- I'd like to see Dick Turpin try it on tonight
- though -
- "Stand and Deliv.... what the fuck was that?"
-
- I breeze through 70 mph just passing the school.
- This is the only time to drive.
-
- Back to reality now with a panda out of Limehouse
- station in my rear-view. Its the Met.
- I consider being naughty then pull in to the left.
- They stop in front and I watch the usual
- performance as they get out, adjust their caps,
- assume an air of restrained sarcasm and approach.
- I'm unconcerned.
- This is my manor.
-
- The first one flashes his torch, squints at me then
- turns and mumbles to his mate
- - " It's the doctor ".
- - " 'course it is, I knew that."
- - "Good morning Jeff" I say.
- - "Morning sir, not at the hospital tonight?"
- - "Took an evening off - I've been up West"
- - "Good was it?"
- - "The usual. Hear about Saturday night? Three
- stabbed at Aldgate Tube"
- - "Hear about it!? We wuz there, wasn't we Sid?"
- - "Yeah, getting to be as bad as New York."
- - "Did you want something Jeff?"
- His face assumes a formal expression.
- - "Yes sir, I'm going to have to warn you about
- your speed, sir."
- - "Oh?"
- - "Yes, we noticed you let it drop below 50 on the
- corner. Can't be having that, you know. This is a
- dangerous area, sir. We've got our reputation to
- consider."
- He grins, I grin.
- - "Come on Jeff, you know me. Better get a new
- battery for your speed gun. See you at the Mess
- Ball. Goodnight Jeff, 'night Sid."
- - "Night sir, and may the Force be with you. Heh Heh."
-
- I dodge down Narrow St and into the IoD.
- The island is quiet, serene, waiting: its day of
- fame and fortune is yet to
- come, but there's no hurry.
-
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- If any interesting young american women would like
- to converse with this London 32yr bored medic with
- the usual proclivities and all his own teeth, then
- do not hesitate. ALA etc etc.
-
- mike
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