I pay the 2 bucks for the hour internet and leave.
No friends responded.
No one’s giving me a bed.
No one’s loaning me money.
I walk up to Soho.
Old Compton Street.
I find my favourite cafe / bar Cafe Boheme.
Cafe Boheme was the cafe I’d go and listen to live jazz in on Sunday afternoons after street performing in Covent Garden.
And it’s where I read David Mamet’s True and False – required reading for my Acting degree at the Italia Conti Academy.
I’d go there in the mornings in the summer holiday before performing in Covent Garden.
I’d be first in.
Soho’s empty in the mornings.
I love cities in the mornings when they’re just waking up.
I always remember places by books I read there.
Covent Garden – The Hunchback of Notre Dam.
Cafe Boheme – True and False.
Coldharbour Lane – Les Miserables (umabridged).
Suppose I’m a bit of a Hugo fan.
Now that’s a part I’d love to play – Jean Valjean.
Of course Coldharbour Lane, where I read Les Miz, is also where I met Amelia.
I reach Cafe Boheme.
There’s live jazz now.
A girl on mic accompanied by a keyboardist.
She’s got a deep, husky voice.
She’s singing The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.
I know this song.
I first heard it while visiting Wayne Scott in Barcelona.
…like the trembling heart…of a captive bird…
The singers eyes meet mine on captive bird.
I squeeze through to the bar.
Order a cappuccino.
I spot a table.
The first time…ever I kissed your mouth…
I didn’t ever kiss Amelia’s mouth.
I kissed her on the cheek once.
We were just friends.
I fell in love with her tho.
Or was it obsessive infatuation?
Took me 10 years to get over her.
20 years later exactly I fell in crazy love with Razor.
Why, whenever I fall in love, am I always doing loads of drugs?
Amelia ecstacy and acid.
My cappuccino comes.
Delivered by a foxy chick in a French maids uniform.
The singer announces it’s time to take a break.
The crammed cafe claps.
I thump my heart with the side of my right fist.
Thats the way I clap.
Otherwise I feel like a seal.
So now I clap by thumping my heart and catching the eye of the singer.
Just 3 thumps, with eye contact.
I think back to True and False.
I thought Andre the alcoholic homeless Frenchman in Phnom Penh was David Mamet.
And I thought homeless Jack was Kenneth Branagh.
Thats how strong psychosis is.
But just because I was wrong about them two doesn’t mean I’m not James Bond.