After a bit of a harrowing weekend in London, I'm back in the land of the living. Sort of.
Half awake, half alive, that kind of thing.
Stayed in a super hotel, where you could literally walk into Covent Garden. Lovely staff, facilities,
family room, the lot. There was just one drawback....
You see, this weekend gone was a reunion of us three pals (four on Saturday), who worked together in
Istanbul in 1979. Topless dancing, don't you know. In a small and intimate club. Yes, I know, I know,
but Equity cards were so very hard to get then. It was such a brutal closed shop, and here was an Equity
contract going begging...
Needless to say, those heady days were so long ago. An exciting and glamorous chapter in my 20 year old life.
And we've met up sporadically and recently, after finding each other on Facebook.
However, I felt stifled, and not one moment alone. I went on the verge of a stand up row with one of them (over children!), and the other spoke to me like dirt, but only when someone else could hear. I nearly walked out more than once. This friend had never ever done this to me before, and it was intolerable behaviour. A form of bullying. After I'd had her to stay for the weekend, bought her meals and drinks, and offered to come and visit her in hospital The only friend who did, apparently.
To all my believers out there, don't do anything for anyone. You end up being treated like shit. No favours, nothing, don't give them the steam from your piss. You get absolutely no thanks for it. This isn't the first time this has
happened to me, I tell you. But it's going to be the bloody last!
Anyway, written an appropriate poem for them. Give me a second to type it on there. And humour me in my
attempts to close a significant chapter in my life. That truly was my last meeting. Never again.