Saturday Afternoon in the City
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poliphiloAlice and J have a flat just across from the pub where the Leicester City football hooligans assemble before a match.
There were about 30 police in front of the pub- and many more scattered up and down the street. The plan was to keep the hooligans inside the pub and within a narrow corridor in front of it. Then they were allowed out in small groups and escorted up the road with a couple of police minders.
The operation was very good natured. The police and the hooligans seemed to be chatting amicably. The Leicester hooligans are called something like "The Baby Bunch" or the "Baby Band"- presumably because the look is fat and bald.
It was the hottest day of the summer. After the hooligans had marched away, the annual Caribbean carnival came up the street. There were some lovely Rio-style costumes- great winged creatures- butterflies and birds of paradise- one with a skirt so wide it filled the street from pavement to pavement.
The trouble didn't kick off until after we left. We were on the train and Al texted us to say that there were two armies having a stand-off under her windows.
I'd like to have a city centre flat. Looking down on trouble gives me the same feeling I get from lying in bed listening to high winds or thunder. I feel safe and comforted.
Alice & Jaymz
There were about 30 police in front of the pub- and many more scattered up and down the street. The plan was to keep the hooligans inside the pub and within a narrow corridor in front of it. Then they were allowed out in small groups and escorted up the road with a couple of police minders.
The operation was very good natured. The police and the hooligans seemed to be chatting amicably. The Leicester hooligans are called something like "The Baby Bunch" or the "Baby Band"- presumably because the look is fat and bald.
It was the hottest day of the summer. After the hooligans had marched away, the annual Caribbean carnival came up the street. There were some lovely Rio-style costumes- great winged creatures- butterflies and birds of paradise- one with a skirt so wide it filled the street from pavement to pavement.
The trouble didn't kick off until after we left. We were on the train and Al texted us to say that there were two armies having a stand-off under her windows.
I'd like to have a city centre flat. Looking down on trouble gives me the same feeling I get from lying in bed listening to high winds or thunder. I feel safe and comforted.
Alice & Jaymz
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"A Dismal, Universal Hiss"
Date: 2004-08-08 05:48 pm (UTC)"F. F. Tucker was on a mountain near Susa, Italy, where there was a massively built chapel some 15 feet in diameter. A heavy thunderstorm came on and the summit of the mountain was electrified. [Sounds just like a good ghost story beginning, doesn't it?]
"'As the clouds swept by, every rock, every loose stone, the uprights of the rude railing outside the chapel, the ruined signal, our axes, my lorgnette and flask, and even my fingers and elbows, set up "a dismal universal hiss."
"'It was as though we were in a vast nest of excited snakes, in a battery of frying pans, or listening at a short distance to the sustained note of a band of cigali [cicada] in a chestnut wood--a mixture of comparisons which may serve sufficiently to convey the impression that the general effect was indescribable.'"
Re: "A Dismal, Universal Hiss"
Date: 2004-08-09 01:45 am (UTC)That's rather wonderful. Somewhere down the line I mean to write a medieval romance set in Italy. It's now obvious to me that I'm going to have to strand one or other of my characters on an Appenine peak in a thunderstorm.