London Zoo

IT'S ALL HAPPENING TONIGHT. ALL FORMS OF WILDLIFE ARE OUTSIDE!! About two mins walk up the road, standing at her normal corner (a disused Bank of Cyprus) is a girl in a super-spangly pink dress. The kinda thing you'd expect the Supremes to be wearing ... she paces to and fro with her backside sticking out in a way only women can do. (I once tried to do an impression of her (whoever she is) and failed miserably. Even Laundretta asked me about her once ("do you know who that is on that corner ... wow!") Someone ought to tell her round here is for the skrag end of the sex industry. Nobody dresses up for it. You can get £5 anal (if you wanted) and went out at the right time. Actually, Hasty, who wrote that Bang Bang post I pasted up the other day I bumped into late one night about a year and a half ago. "Aw, I'm alright now. I just done one of me regulars," she croaked. To be honest, if I hadn't known any better, I'd have thought she'd just knocked off of a late-night cleaning job. For that's what she was dressed as. An off-duty cleaner (and no it wasn't some bizarre sort of fetish gear.)

Just now a crackhead beggar was having a row with an Imam. His ginger-bearded western apprentice tagged on smiling succinctly as he went, Koran in hand ...

What can I say? These streets are like a zooo sometimes ...

Laundretta's in a Spin

LAUNDRETTA, WHO IS Matran’s girlfriend:— über-long hours hard-Working Girl extraordinaire, a Girl with enough emotional probs that, floated out on the North Atlantic, they’d reprimand the Titanic — peasy:— this Laundretta girl collared me in the hall as I skulked unwittingly home this afternoon & DELUGED me with her amaranthine emotional needs.

Her silver watch and earrings: she took them off last night & somewhere…. Hid them… Now they’re not in the appointed place… (??)…

The query being NOT just did Matran nick 'em & pipe them in the form of cocaine crack. (He’s off all that now, she insists. Which I don’t believe for a second. But he might have cut down because he has put on a great deal of weight, a telltale sign of cocaine abstinence.) But rather:— do I believe he took the jewellery, which is fresh enough to appear brand new, so she says, to give as a gift to either his “bit on the side” girlf or his babymother. —?

I don’t know! And told her this. But did keep listening and smoking…

Between her revealing this and us imbibing a can of alcohol and three cigs each and the Evil Landlord taking up clonking about downstairs (because this conversation took place in the hallway on neutral ground; all quiet and Matran at his weekly drugs test (which he either fakes or fails — surely —)) at least a half-hour of vague chitchat elapsed. Nothing is sorted. Laundretta put my head in a washing machine spin-cycle tizz with the stress of it all.

And now she’s so upset she’s vandalizing Matran’s room all lovely & nice for when he gets home…