Verbing London

Until today, Crouch End Broadway was simply the name of Blur remix. Now, as we skip up the hill from the King’s Head, it takes on a gritty reality. Lorna and Neil are in front of me and I can remember doing this five years ago in Kobe. Four of us then, running the tiny streets and disturbing salarymen as we opened closed doors in search of the perfect alcove bar. Neil says he doesn’t get paid for flights to Delhi and I wonder how that can even be legal. Three day turnaround on flights from Paris.

Later, Lorna and I finish a bottle of gin and argue with each other more out of tradition than any real sense of disagreement. We’re going to go look for Banksy pieces tomorrow, after we Google for them. “I love how it’s become a verb in English,” she says, “but I’ve always wondered whether the same things works in French. Googleur. I asked Marion once, but I don’t think she really understood.”

Everything is pink here, and in the morning Lindsay has the cups arranged, ready for tea.

Posted in Travel on Wednesday January 23, 2008.