Pearls 18th | Bloomsbury Bowl | Balham Bowls Club
I’m writing this on the train. Oh how times have changed. I’m heading up to London and I’m late as usual. I’m meeting Dave. Another Dave. He’s a suitable replacement, albeit without the scathing cynicism.
We’re off to the bloomsbury bowl. Problem is I forgot it was Pearls 18th tonight. I really wouldn’t mind meeting her. I don’t know how Dave, who is 25, will take to Pearl, who is 18, and her friends. It’s taking place at the Balham Bowls Club which is hipster territory. I guess I wouldn’t expect anything less. The other option is bar hopping down parenially cool Shoreditch.
The Balham Bowls Club – BBC.
Dave and I have been practising the designated drivers bar crawl for the last month. We don’t drink. We bar hop and order 2 glasses of tap water with ice and lime. Squeeze the lime. This gets a reaction of either “you guys are wild” to I want a bloody tip, Fuck off. The rest of the time is just sort of socialising.
A new Dave.
The trains puling in to Waterloo. Will continue later.
I’m on the night bus going home. The N87, my savior. A worthy successor to the N77.
Tim’s the second guy.
I got on the bus, next stop Tim bradbury gets on. I haven’t seen him for years. Last I heard he was a full time stoner. Turns out he’s now a paid musician, lead guitarist for Kurran and the wolfnotes. I’m gonna have to go to his next gig.
Well back to tonight. I got off the train and made my way to Holborn. Dave was there with his gym kit. We gotta get rid of it. The idea of popping into the Bloomsbury Bowl and dropping off his bag at the cloakroom is approved and we head down. On the way we ask for directions and some random St. Martins’ students invite us to “Runway” on New Oxford St. That sounds good. Free entry and drinks. I want. We drop the bag off. We leave to Balham.
Poppy.
We get to the Balham Bowls and Pearl’s looking great. It’s full of thespians. I love them. There’s an amateur photographer snapping away with his Canon 5d Mk 2. The sexist camera. I became pretty engorged, taking a few snaps. Another bloke is showing me a few snaps of his art while we’re playing pool. Pearl knows a Lady Sovereign, so she’s there. It’s a pretty cool fun loving crowd.
We left for the last tube and went to Runway. By the time we got there, they wouldn’t accept our guest list. Bugger. Blomsbury Bowl for the bag I’m here. On the bus.