lady in sitting room room window from kitchen window – foto by smith
blog partial from Tuesday, August 22, 2006, London UK
in the undergound tube on the way to cabaret poeticalâ€™s open mic last night, lady says we have to change from the orange line to the pink line at whitechapel. “i donâ€™t do no pinks lines,” i reply. “pink lines are for feminists. pink lines are for commies. pink lines are for girly men. iâ€™m a manly man,” i say. “i donâ€™t do pink – unless itâ€™s pussy â€¦ i do do pink pussy.”
she stares at me. then says we have to get off at whitechapel. so i start singing â€œgoing to the chapel and weâ€™re gonna get ma-a-ar-ied, going to the chapel of love.â€ she stares some more. so i explain itâ€™s â€˜chapel of loveâ€˜ by the dixie cups – then say thatâ€™s wrong, it canâ€™t be the dixie cups, cuz theyâ€™re black, and this is whitechapel, so it must be elvisâ€™s version, cuz heâ€™s white. she looks at me some more.
then we come to the wapping stop and i say “you know what stop this is?” she says “what. “i say wapping,” and lightly wap her back and forth across her cheeks. sheâ€™s laughing too hard by now to stare. on the way back, i ask her, “do you know the next stop?” she says “no.” i say “wapping,” and wap her some more. she says “you’re way too far past your bedtime.” we wake up this morning and she waps me back. ah, thatâ€™s the way to start the day – with a good wapping.
recalled Yesterday & Today Beatle album cover – collage & foto by smith