so i went to see the chronicles of riddick. and you know it was alright. similar experience to going to see the one last year, similar universe. enjoyed the film for what it was, not a patch on pitch black but then it was never going to be.
left the holly o via a fire exit, amazing transition from plush (although holly o so tatty plush) corridors to echoing chamber. the sound of the door lock opening (the kind where you push down a bar) echoing madly. from carpeted small space to bare big space. footsteps loud... love it.
crossed over the holloway road & was enjoying riddick's character, even after the film, lone outlaw...
went into crystal, ordered my food, sat opposite this guy. when my food arrived he remarked that it was exactly what he was eating, which it was, so we talked about food, restaurants / cafes, crystal being cheap good food that is often too big, against restaurants that charge too much for too little food.
after a while i ask what he does & he calmly tells me he's a pickpocket...
so you're a criminal,
i don't think of it that i'm a criminal, it's my career,
have you ever been caught,
no i'm a really good pickpocket,
...
i'm a piano player, and a teacher...
he tells me after a while that he also works for the local authority, as a children and family worker / social worker, when he's not pickpocketing.
curious, nice guy anyway,
i guess i found it a little glamourous, i could see he enjoyed telling me. in general, a thief is a thief and there's nothing glamourous about it, but in that world of chance encounters and conversations, i'm afraid i'll have to love you and leave you, he said as he left,
peculiar,
then because he was from the same african country josiah's mum is from i rang her, sang down the phone to grace, enjoying the public perception of my relationship to my goddaughter even mediated through telephones.
x
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