Saturday, May 27, 2006


I was in Rome the other day. I sat in a pavement cafe just outside the Vatican wall and enjoyed pleasant lunch with Mrs Backroads, Snicket and Boo. At the next table was a comedy punk couple. Old enough to know better. He was a bit Billie Joe from Green Day (who is 38 for God's sake), she was a bit Minnie Mouse. Hugely made up, kinda cute, alluring abdomen.

Three days later I'm in London going to a meeting. Deep under the pavement at Bank Station, I walk past Minnie from the Vatican restaurant. She sees me. I see her. We walk on. What are the chances of that?