The story of the spare wheel remains consistent and it remains true. As Morrissey once wrote, ‘in my own strange way I have always been true to you.’ In my own strange way I have always been true to Morrissey. Tonight I went for a drink with a very lovely French lady of Vietnamese descent in the inviting area of Davis Square and had a great time. I had been thinking about this lady during my recent travels to France and was looking forward to getting to know her more upon my return. As we were speaking she revealed that she would like to live in London and so I asked why. ‘My boyfriend lives there.’ It was not a surprise nor was it hurtful, it was just the standard thing to hear. After all, is there a single person alive who remains single? After one beer we walked together for a while until we reached our separate destinations upon the path and there went our own way. A few minutes down the path my phone buzzed and it was a message from the Linguist (a Californian lady for whom I have a tremendous fondness). I had asked her, a couple of days ago, if she’d like to watch a film in an old theatre that we both liked and she was finally responding… ‘no thanks. The film looks interesting but I have started seeing someone and I don’t want to give him the wrong impression.’
The spare wheel remains true.
