down in the corrupted sun, people swarm in insect memory, hordes of wild children out of control toddlers, ugly mothers and disenchanted fathers promise gold and silver, riches and wealth to their demanding offspring. i'm meeting a friend for coffee, he's some sort of barrister chap, i never quite understand his role but he's very well respected and successful, he's also my friend and has been for nearly twenty years. he's a big guy with a powerful presence and most people fear him or are somewhat in awe of him. he dosn't have a lot of friends, like me, he's to far outside the box to attract your average zombie, his friends are invariably my friends. i have not seen him in a long time so i'm looking forwards to catching up.
we meet off the beaten track, both seek obscurity from the horde but they chase us down and then we scare them away with our outrageous talk, except the the girls. girls are drawn towards my friend in a strange alluring way i don't quite understand. he's like tony soprano, crossed with rumpole, crossed with a some sort of gourmet celebrity psychotic chief. he can sometimes dress in flamboyant suits, mad colours and jazz memories but often he's like me, shorts and a cut of t shirt.
anyway's we are reading the papers, i'm not actually, i stopped plugging into the news so i'm reading a book called, 'discovery of witches' which is not as good as i was hoping, some sort of girly romance for women with phds.
later we wander out down the main street, hordes of people stop to talk to him, i am like his weird offsider, a don quixote to his sancho panza, his phone rings every few ministers and eventually he stops answering it, we hide away in another coffee shop. the atmosphere is different here, it's off the beaten track, reggae music pours through the windows, there's an old lady writing in a big notepad. she says she's a novelist which perks me up, and i try to engage her in conversation about books, my vast data bank of diverse literature fails to impress and she starts looking nervous. i reassure her that i am a reasonable balanced individual with a healthy disposition and only seek a stimulating conversation, but she starts to make excuses and leaves. later i see it is my friend who she was feeling anxious about as he has begun to do some strange himalayan exercises with his eyes and tongue.
i return to the unsatisfying witches.