Thursday, 26 May 2011
I can't make this plea on your behalf
It's all, unintentionally, revealed in the stuttering eye contact, and in the knowing of what he knows that you know that must, nonetheless, remain hidden. It's a contrived act, a total performance. 'This cannot be happening', is the pin-badge he is wearing openly, declaring both his worst fears and best intentions. You remember this earlier moment, in what is becoming yet another surreal day, as the hopeful thirty-something woman across the street is checking her cumbersome watch every few moments. She seems anxious, flushed, excited; as if anticipating the Circus coming to town one last time. She feels her starched stiff neck with her extending left-hand fingers and flattens her M&S cotton dress down, for only the seventh time or so. Taking another drag on a cheap worn-out cigarette, you get the awful feeling he may not appear to her, not tonight. How long will she stand there, testing time you wonder? But he does fly round the corner, jumping at her in lightspeed fashion, and only a few minutes later than was promised by the text message she clearly failed to receive. She mouths to him, wildly 'I thought you weren't coming!' and he mouths back 'You don't get away that easy, baby'. Her nerves instantly disappear and soft hands are taken, and the evening begins. Like clockwork, for them.
Danny Saul - 'Clockwork' (7.41)
I've written a few times about Danny now, and I will not stop. He is a Saul Destroyer, truth. You should buy Danny's album here. And watching this Hotpants Romance cover might just put a smile on your face too.